Lyrics:
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
Like, la-di-da-di, who got the keys to my Audi?
Last time I said it, went viral, I don't fuck with nobody
And I don't fuck with you, you, them, her
PARIS Fashion has a new odd couple:
Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
The luxury titan turned out Saturday
Night for an impromptu concert
By West in
snoop album now, balling on the balcony
What's your name, Natalie
I ain't even asking ya, I just know you bad as fuck
But I don't I don't know your
Shadow let go there's something you should know
I just found my new direction and I hope you like the key
Like the air that led me to it
She's
in town (you know)
With the back of my Caddy slanted down (you know)
And the mack goes black if you ask around (you know)
Put some hash in that
And keys and things that sting like bees
Dem don't got guns like these
Dem don't got thugs like these
We run these streets with things that sting like
niggas so live, why the fuck would I care
When that lambo flow by, y'all suckas gon' stare
And all them haters gon' hate
Fuck them, 'cause all them hoes
tonight,
Give me the key to that Beamer,
She looked at me and laughed,
Started shakin her ass,
She said her brother just came home
From the jungle
Eh
went black
I've been sitting in my room
When I travel the streets, I be breaking cars
I can't stop getting car accidents breaking my bones
I hope by
The most important artist of this
Generation over 21 Grammy's
6 Consecutive number 1 albums one of the most
Impactful voices to ever grab
[Operator]
Too Black Records
[James A. Smith]
Yeah, this is Jay
[Operator]
Hold on, Jay
[Too Black Records Representative]
Hey Jay, long
a kryptonite
Nadai kumdish kama satellite
Credits. Song: Fine by Me
Artist: Alex Msafiri
Produced by Jei Bad
Written by: Muisyo Alexander/ Jason Jack
Album
be a o.g.(o.g.)
High profile but low key like a o.g. (o.g.)
Gon rollie here by o.d.s
Marvin gaye Quincey Dog thats a o.g.(o.g.)
Billy Holiday catches
Why the police love killing black kids
Black, black, black kids
Why the police love killing black kids
Black, black, black kids
Why the police love
plus double-d
You know how girls on black planet be when they get bubblee
At N-YU but she headed from Kansas, right now she just lampin, chillin
Black magic, night walker (yeah)
She haunts me like no other (feel like)
Nobody told me (I don't know) love is pain, oh (I know we just met)
Black
unstainable
I chew rocks
Slipe wit type digital soup deflect bullets
Black hooded surrounded by forty acres of wooded
Land, like my cousin dusty dirty
fuck...
Smoke mothafuckaz...
I'ma smoke mothafuckaz...
Cause I'm the "E"
So you can kiss my black ass
Fuck the white house, it ain't my house
So you can
I heard your album and I don't believe a word of it
I think you're soft like that trick, Mother Hubbard
Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods
Like
or just keys to my ride? (Huh)
If you're not a soldier then you're just wastin' my time
I chase money, that tequila, I lace it with lime (lace it with
'cause I'm coming, it's my album
And for the record, meaning my record, check it
Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it
But in
jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
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