Lyrics:
(Listen to this, listen to this)
Listen to this uh
Just let me hold you
Right by your hips
I miss your body
Yeah I miss your lips uh
I'm missin' all you
black women,
Man,
cll of it's dead,
Cancel them,
Or me, or you,
Who's telling the truth?
Man,
cll of it's dead,
Gyal get BBLs,
cnd lip shots,
cnd tit
1, 2, T-R-U, and Mia X, the biggest mamma.
Click tight, for life, family ties.
That's right. It's bigger than this record shit, nigga.
All for
Razors concealed in an oncoming low
Shave the treetops of southern Tasmania
And slice apart a thousand duffle coats
Worn by spectres which still
she suck by the way she part them lips
and let me look at that tongue
Thinkin' about how she fuck by the way she part them lips
and let me look
Black Thought, yo, the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B
The symbol you remember me to be type valid
Disastrous, the master just bust
This for the listener
on and on from age to age
Skin color change from place to place
But if you're racist
Read my lips you are insane
So
It doesn't matter if you're black or white
We
could be
A black beauty
Black beauty
You ever notice how they stop and stare?
It's because they are all in all at your essence
When you pass by they feel
[Mac]
No Limit black sheep played the back seat for months
Stayed away from the Tanqueray bitches and blunts
Still Mac nigga ain't nothin'
[Mac]
No Limit black sheep played the back seat for months
Stayed away from the Tanqueray bitches and blunts
Still Mac nigga ain't nothin'
glocks
But I'm a nigga for lie and a man by choice
Walkin through Chinatown a black man (nigga)
Walkin through the projects a balck man (nigga)
Black men don't cheat
You was blessed at the mouth
Them smooth lips
Bring addiction
I be digging it out
You make a nigga talk country like I'm big in
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
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself (L's)
"Hello?"
"Man whatup bro what's good?"
"Chillin' chillin', man, motherfucker back down in these
a black belt, had a kitten, loved your mom
Lookin' for the right girl to travel the world
With lips like yours you could talk me into anything
And with
it out in public, too much Luxe got me stumblin'
Black bottle, gold bottle, models by the dozen
But they for everybody, only cops believe in cuffin'
and smile out loud
They don't have to be proud
Drawn by tyche's spell
Dancing round of some black leather belt
Stealing time from your lips
Don't chose life
I'ma know how to handle
Black and white diamonds it look like a panda
All these missed calls
Got her pissed off
My neck she left lip gloss
Damn I guess
Unsaved number
Satisfy my hunger
Your jet black lover
Jet black lover
Bitter cigarettes on your lips
Don't care, we been feening for this
Of the poisons,
and rave
I'm raw plus I got more plants to blaze
Fiends came back with thieves
With files Long as Stant isle
And back to Queens
We strap black Mac's with
Ooh wee
Take a sip with me
Faded
Take a sip with me, faded
Take a sip with me, faded
Your lips on me now
I can see you now with your hands on me
don’t know you
You just a Jane Doe
I been MIA but bitch I’m back
I’m staying ten toes everyday a struggle
Made it through I feel like Wayno
Coming for my
we're doing it, wow
Skepta, you look like you’ve got AIDS
You look like you’ve got HIV
You look like you’ve got Gonorrhea
All around your lips
'Cos you
shawty by my side an she super fine
Oh shit now you got me singing oh my god
Love the way yo lips taste baby lollipop
Triple black 95s baby just because
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