Lyrics:
is on fire
Baby, but she will be cold to you
Eyes in the stars
An 80s rock song playing through her red lips (On her red lips you fall)
Black
Money dance
Money dance
Money dance
Money dance
I got new money nigga (Money dance)
I got new money nigga (Money dance)
I got new money nigga (Money
A piece of me died
But baby that's alright
I told you I wanted more
Honey I just want it like before
Black dress
Red lips
¿How many secrets can you keep?
I
Clear her bank out
Shoot her lips
She suck dick kardashian
Kylie Jenner think she black
Goth aesthetic
Dress all black
Ed hardy that's on the hat
Y2k my
to snap,
I suffer from sciatica and chapped lips,
And jock itch,
Like a rocket in my pocket and a need to scratch,
But now I can't stop it,
I'm Batty
I'm
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
This story began five years ago
Took a funky idea and began to roll
By doing something that was never done
While getting
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
to stand up and just
Fight for what you believe in
I don't call it violence
I just call it self-defense
Call it black intelligence brought
To by the people
Black man, black man
Black man, black man
Black man down goes another
Black man black man, killed by a brother
If it ain't one thing, here come
Black body up against that red wall
Erotic triple x so enthralled
Move right over steal a chance to watch her work
Lips candy if you trip all
Damn, your lips very soft
As I turn my Blackberry off
And I turn your bathwater on
And you turn off your iPhone
Careless whispers, eye fuckin',
in the Strangeland
(Can't live up to them) Pain and insane land
(Wakin up in a) Strangeland
Where everybody know my name man
Cause my blood and veins
This what you really want, huh?
Turn me up, Ali!
I know your image of me
Is what I hope to be
Black lip bastard, pass me your password
So I
And can't none of these hoes out floss me
Gator boots by Sergio Rossi
Ms. Trina I got to splurge, 58 frame baby watch the curves
Walk in the club don't
your mind, run from the spot
Revolution jumping in the parking lot
Shit is so hot that the sun watch
Children by the window with the gun cocked
They
Peng black girls see i love them the most
Peng black girls in my area code
Peng black girls cant call them no hoes
To the Peng black girls that put
and Unplugged
Give me a big fine b**** in a dress
One put them lips in effect
Suck the dick 'til the s*** in her chest
You can piss on her brest
I like
have my hair cut by the extra mile
But if she can't make it worth my while
Then what's the point now
I want to know if you're busy
I want to know
Eyes like fire, burn desire
As we dance away into the night
This attraction fuels a passion
That's just too strong for us to try and fight
stay with you all night
The way you make me feel well it's all right
Just give me a chance
Oh baby please
One dance tonight
I can't help thinking we can
toe straps, but sg talk to em!
[Sean Garrett]
I gotta whole bunch of girls I'm tryin' to bring by their kryptonite,
Betta wear your cake, cause
don't care 'bout my opps (I don't care 'bout no opp)
Yeah, take a pic, (take a pic) Richard Millie, no stop watch (uh-uh)
Take a pic of your lips
thru civil rights and civil fights emancipated with still divided by black and white
Like the conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn we broke patterns
a dance
But in the red dirt muddy towns,
Celebration of the dark
Children walking hand in hand
With the pygmies in the park
I can't touch you only once,
You
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