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with me, bowlin' pins
I don't wanna disrespect you with my time
Dawg (No)
Black-eyed baguettes and big ol' eyes
In front of my watch, Dawg
(Yeah! Yeah)

in a black Wraith my life's past paced
Crazy how quick I doubled all of my weight
'cause cutties love how my bag taste
Go and get a job, you're in bad

baseball bat you black
Blue no switch hitting from both
Sides of the plate
To swing vicious chewing lames from
Both sides of the state
Meet me in the middle,

prove you the truth or
Get beat by some dudes
You are street with Adidas and boots
Then get your chick boned and
Rip fold her over
My big dick'll show her

mack
Free all my demons, screamin' 'til we bounce back
Like when we spin, we gon' pull up in all black
Big knock bitch, when I boom bet I fall back

and guns
And guns, and drums and boots
And blood red banners, dogs and guns
Black shirts pound the pavement
With the bold insignias
Of wolves and bats

of my shoe (okay)
Shuffle on my playlist and I'm moving my boots
I keep a blade like Blade and I slice through the fruit (yeah)
I know they wondering

Yeah
Broadway girls, they acting like my life is Grease or Cats
Want a wedding all black, you can't get it off the rack
They want presidential suites,

dwa trzy jak Black Star
Nie mów mi przestań Wiedziałem że tak będzie jak Molesta

Oldschool'owy jak Kangol numer jeden jak Mambo
Działam solo jak Rambo

no boot 
Murro nos criticante, brinde no Royal Salute
Mão no volante da Mercedes, sem fome e sem sede, fumando um haze ou Gorilla Glue
E 'tá

the props stop
Steady dippin, stripping emcees like a chop shop
Now who wanna get with the black Frank Nitti?
I ran through your city and left with my boots

hear something
From the Man In Black
Call me faded, call me old school
But I still rock with 'Cchese boots
When I'm in the mood to go back

Known to be sketchy in my recent past
Foot on the pedal, red lights flash
Been caught by the black and white seven times
I keep it quiet, keep it

See they want to stop us when we rolling
Gotta Stolen PBA card for
Coppers that's patrolling
Cus they want to put they
Boot up in your colon
Next time

on a list
I'm just trying to find the day
All black, four rugers and one mac
Ride back and dump, make sure they all clap

After the rapid fire comes the gun

I came back from a firestorm
News from the deadzone
But I ripped up the info

I wore black like a widow
White noise in my headphones
Had a taste

All-In wie beim Poker
Ein paar Homos, nie Erfolg
Sieh das ist Black Wall Street Europa
Und jetzt endlich mal gecheckt, guck
Mit mir Streiten ist untragbar

Yeah, man walk in the place, Uh it's the gas weed I smell
Looking like I came from hell, it's black to my feet, nigga can't you tell?
Yeah, they're

with a follow back
Know I'm knocking boots if I'm above gang
I ain't winning till our bag equal
Punch, slide, scam, trap
All my niggas bad people
I X him

took headshots with a Canon, and took pictures for the grub that I'm slangin'
Black magic, on God I'ma put on my savage, saw the Pan all turn sonic they

It's 9:30 and the sun is out
Shirt matching with my shades
Black Myelinated skin is out
A nigga been popping off from word of mouth
I hope my

it's less leaves
Harvest season, boot season, nigga, whatever
I just had to go with a
Reason to rock expensive sweaters
Choose your weapons, Gucci

lick a stay cat
Cause thats a dumb case, I can't rate that
The sky still grey black
Cause my schoolfriends a cat
And my dargs in a A-Cat
And real love

Konika and Maliko
One is black and one is gold
One is waiting for me when I wake
The other's on the outside, out late

Dreaming where the hearth is