Lyrics:
flipmode is the squad
Whatever niggas want to try
We smash you in your face
And make it black around your eye
We bout to wreck it no doubt
I'm 'bout
I love goth sluts
Big tits, big butts
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise
I love goth sluts
With the big butts
If she has black lips
I'm fucking
albums in, I'm the realest nigga on this label
Mr. Black President, yo Obama for real
They gotta put your face on the five-thousand dollar bill
[Hook]
in jail
Tryna make a plate anybody seen the scale
Lets go!
My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be god damn if my rims ain't too
My
young, black, fly and cool
Think that's how I got by in school
Man get booked, start buying jewels
Them man get shook, start buying tools
Ah man, you
rosy man
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his
patient
'Cause by the time they find a lead release, your shit is ancient
You think they're working your album? You're mistaken
And if you flop, you get
Anything is for a purpose
Some of them though deserve a kick in the ass
But a kiss on the lips with a grip of the hips
She admits to miss
Too many phonies
black history
Crimes of injustice and inhumanity,
Perpretated by society, and my people
Are living in poverty
My struggle for survival is to be accepted
Tony Black learnen how to whip crack
Getting pussy wasn't a problem im a teenage daddy
Everybody locked up got a job or in college Im stagnant
I moved
really seem
And I ain't actin' on the scene, nigga's scream
The actions ain't screened, just well-schemed
I'm tryna' have wealth for my well-being
By
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
it for history I’m black in this stanza
What's good nigga
I'm Proudly Cap'n
Don't give a fuck
But I'm all about the action
Bitch I'm not poor
All this
the drains or train tracks
Trying to avoid the cops
My mate was skating in the sewers
Free as an eagle
Got held up by three pricks holding a needle
They robbed
a pro-Black nigga, and I'm doing this
And yet you watch me, clock me, to see if I continue this
In the ways of the Caddy I survive like a pimp
No jherri curls,
a pro-Black nigga, and I'm doing this
And yet you watch me, clock me, to see if I continue this
In the ways of the Caddy I survive like a pimp
No jherri curls,
just a sign of the power
You feel in you, oh baby
Ghost showers, got you by the hour
You're dancing, too, oh baby
Behind the wall action
Barely
Mayday!
Born in the flood
Bloody fingerprint sets
Black marketed fresh
Water canons forget me not
Epitaph airbrush with death
White t's
Wife beaters
laughing, they be pointing all they're fingers, bust they lips
I just heard yo album and it stunk dawg
I got tricks, I got boards up in the trunk dawg
You
listen to shit y'all haters be sayin, I'm me
It's movie, longevity in this biatch, every album a better sequel, let's get it
Gotta friend named Oscar, he
like dragons
Can't be having distractions
What will my actions leave in my absence
It just so happens that rappin' is passion
Will this game make my mind
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