Lyrics:
on being a lap dancer
Yeah, you’re not ready, you black Somalian
You’re not ready
Don’t even open your mouth blud
Before you say something stupid and
You get
make me feel good
Never felt like this, don't really think I should
It's funny how you never listen to me
Hard-headed, well until you're in my bed
You're the number one regret on my list
Number one bad taste on my lips
Of all my favorite things I wish I hadn't done
Baby you're number one
dresses, (?)
He don't even smoke but tell Butter roll an ounce
Cause I'm way too fucked up and I'm too turnt up
And I brought my own shit and I do my own
black is black is black
Black is black, is black, is black
Black is black, is black, is black
Judged by both my race and color
Don't you know we need
to a childhood, need to be loved
By parents that was in too deep with the drugs
Nigga, my advice, fuck the black and white shit
Be who you are, identify
you ashamed of bein black?"
(Nothin' but love for you my sister)
Might even know how hard it is (no doubt)
Bein' a woman, a black woman at that? (no
oh no
I don't need to be loved by you
See my lips on the
Mouth, everybody's talkin' now, baby
Ooh, you know it's true (Yeah! Yeah)
That I was born
cocky a bit
People look up Les Beaux Démons and realize it’s my shit
They recognize I’m legit
I don’t give a fuck bout your friends
I got some friends in
the world in all-black surround sound
Barricaded so you can't move around now
Doin' this for my clan that ain't around now
Buried six feet deep beneath
long life after
So im recklessly going in,reckless with racks
That im gonna get ive reached a point in my life
I don`t ever think twice i be Nike with
duck (baow)
Lead showers (yeah), black flowers (yeah)
Black dresses (yeah), two hours (yeah)
Closed casket, uh (Aw)
My dough tactics is so crafty
wear my hair wild in a mess
Cut-off jeans, can you get with that?
Give you something like you've never had
'Cause I only wanna be wanted by you
I wanna
the closet that's my stuff - Yes
If I bought it nigga please don't touch
And keep talking that mess, that's fine
But could you walk and talk at the same time
man
She say she like my thing
My black man thing
My black man thing
My black man
I've got loads we don't fucking need a sperm bank
You can drive by
as you play your cards right (ohh, ahh)
You can love me all night
Don't mess this up by bein' too shy
Don't mess this up by sayin' goodbye
Don't mess
Intro
The song's for my future wife
I ain't met you yet but when we do
This gonna be our life
Chorus
Don't mess with my (baby)
They wanna mess with
No need to lie, baby you need to fuck
Came to get it started girl
Put my hands all over you girl
I touch you put my lips on you girl
ya head with me
(Check it, check it)
Yo, case closed, erase my foes
Chased away by the black suits, shades and clothes
We above the law, Feds can't
mess it up, baby
Imma tell it to ya straight
You look like my favorite thing
I'm in a right frame of mind
And I wanna make ya mine
Don't mess it up, ay
, tight hips, hey little girl
You make my heart do flips
Baby please, don't tease, can't you see
I love you I'm on my knees
Something is wrong
ears
Don't stop no, just give it here
You're like black ice cream
Like black ice cream
Out of 31 flavors baby you make 32
Let me scoop that on my cone,
Usually we just lay there and we hold each other
We're lovers, we don't need others
One of my mother's cats jumped up on the covers
And it scared my baby
I wanna wear my hair wild in a mess
Cut off jeans, can you get with that?
Give you something like you’ve never had
Cus I only wanna be wanted by you
I
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