Lyrics:
undercover
You remind me of a virtuous woman brought up in Brooklyn
With a brain to die for, and a body that's good looking
That's my mami right there,
You young black and gifted whole life aheada you
I love for that would never try to tame you
So I remain dedicated in the wings
Inspired by your laugh
And the birds in the pouring rain
Ohm but my heart belongs to the bearded woman
Who had a glory bound lonely gaze
She used to fit her head
Inside
(That's Chucks)
I heard she was a good girl, woman of substance
Don't know how you got me and all my trust in reluctance
I mean love in
by
In the malls in the streets ones that stay fresh and fly
Man I gotta testify love ladies that’s classified
Talking about a real woman not these
goodbye, leaving the good life
When we in A-Side, we were living the hood life, yeah
One time for my dudes in the blue sky
I forget to pray, by god, but I
Now somewhere in the Black Mountain Hills of Dakota
There lived a young boy named Rocky Raccoon,
And one day his woman ran off with another guy,
Everybody knows I'm here
I got a black cat bone
I got a mojo too
I got John the Conqueroo
I'm gonna mess with you
I'm gonna make you girls
Lead me by my
A woman and she’s black
Het is tijd voor een gesprek
De balans tussen ons is volkomen verstoord
Jullie hebben geluisterd maar de vraag niet gehoord
Yeah, I'm feeling like Jay-Z Annotateon Reasonable Doubt
My first debut album probably be my last, it's all good though
Us COB boys we out here,
watched the tall ships come,
For forty thousand years I'd been the first Australian.
I came upon the prison ship bound down by iron chains
I cleared
worried bout how they glistening
The words missing
A certain something
They copycats
I’m the Black Dahlia
You can tell the difference
By the precision in
wey i go marry
And as black man wey i be i get the spec i like
E no really matter
The state wey she come from
As long as say she nice
But most
outta the eight by six
Nigga it's just good looking
We pay taxes for your wars on small countries
Guess you only pick a fight with small puppies
You
Member woman you to put me on the back burner
Now they suck a nigga dry cuz I'm a rack earner
I Use to get the work and cut it wit a fat burner
Now they
His death is permanent only if
The bullet is fired by
A woman who loves him enough to die with him
You make me feel like I'm six feet deep
Going
looks
Your health
Your point of view
Tell me are you still of use
If you were in an auction
What would someone give for you
As years go by and seasons
to your ankles he wants to date me
I left him hanging like his
Body took a dangle
Look how my big hair tangle
In a black catsuit looking like
A panther from
undercover
You remind me of a virtuous woman brought up in Brooklyn
With a brain to die for, and a body that's good looking
That's my mami right there,
I hit that
I know I got a good woman on my team
I used to have five chickens and I tricked mad cream
But the first one I met yo she was actin wack
mercy
Yeah
Stars fall down from the sky and let it be painted pure black
The essence of good fled my soul as filthy pearls from the core Woods
never walk
a day without talking on the phone
Text messages and face time
My baby girl know that she fine
Aging like that fine wine
Takes a lifetime to find a woman
had me trapped I'm struck by the lightning
It's cold world but with you I'm never frightened
You take me to higher heights new levels
We're
undercover
You remind me of a virtuous woman brought up in Brooklyn
With a brain to die for, and a body that's good looking
That's my mami right there,
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