Lyrics:
After this session, try to see all you can see
Two bags left
Then breakdown them swisher sweets
Well it's the Big Bad Wolf
With the kush in this ho
We
pressure?
Big gas bunning, know it's cool we In a Tesla
I certainly don't go by ya typical standards
The man with demands
Think you mj
I got answers
Vybes
But dammit how good it feels
Drop that black card
Park in the backyard
Baby fire up the grill
It's party time
Put your hands to the sky
I'm
But dammit how good it feels
Drop that black card
Park in the backyard
Baby fire up the grill
It's party time
Put your hands to the sky
I'm
thrill of a punch line
Only punches that knock the wind out of you in random places like breakfast
Or
Birthday parties
You're subjected to wondering if
I'm fucked up in the head
All I want is that bread
She just tryna get fed
Want to get ahead
But these fuck niggas wanna try to hold me by a thread
Lights is flashing, 12 in my rearview
Running to the money, high speed pursuit
Doing about on the avenue
Aint no slowing down, speed of light,
thinking I'm soft
Cuz I got some gangstas with me
And they be
Black assassins Button mashing
Ass smacking Easy macking
Think I'm Danny Glover Mel Gibson
In
Knicca, Infamous, Lord Infamous that is, Crunchy Black, we all in this thang
Mane it feel like the 90s' again up in this bitch
Its going down, Trap! Let's
like Beyonce
I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air
Table dances by my chair
Get something now
I'm hot from New Orleans
Weezy F
didn't see
And now you're ridin' in a long black limousine
Through my tear dimmed eyes I watch as you ride so slowly by
With a chauffer at the wheel
for all our town to see
Now everyone is watching, you finally got your dream
For you're riding in a long black limousine
All the papers told of how you
suffering a gruesome mutation
Making fetuses cannibals, and in short time, causing carnage
Grinding inside, cannibalism proves impetuous
One by one, devoured
Quadruple any figure quick on the trigger
Helter skelter wig out by the goodfella
Not Lou Pinella 'cause I'm black and mo' betta
Bust a phenomenum
girl
Well, I never feel alone
When I'm out in the street, girl
In the crowd I feel at home
The black and whites they cruise by
And they watch us
girl
Well, I never feel alone
When I'm out in the street, girl
In the crowd I feel at home
The black and whites they cruise by
And they watch us
On gang, bitch-bitch, we swervin'
Hop out a SCAT, all black matte
Hop out, woo
Gang, gang
The opps got a party, I just got the loc'
I bet you we beat
black
Send out this song, go clap back (grrah, grrah, grrah)
I don't trust nobody, that's that
Sunday Service in my strap (grrah, grrah, boom)
Did it
setting the mood
I bring it in and I bring you out.
We light the club then we black out.
We fly, where we go?
Just ask, I'll show you more!
Just like, we
Yeah, yeah, ha
It's the Black Dante in your headphones
Speakerbox (freaky radio) freaky radio
(Everywhere on the dial) tell you a little bit about me
em as I party with em
My job is to make you all feel this
But I'm not don cornelius
I'm just a new black cesar here to please ya, ease ya
Movin'
to see
Now everyone is watching you finally got your dream
You're riding in a long black limousine
The papers told of how you lost your life the party
catholic probably why I'm in my shoes
9-5 not 90 coupes 12 bucks under kidds rule
9m on my bedpost AR by the bed door
Shawn X this black war looked sweet get
Dank out the room got my session polluted
Good weed I keep that bitches I keep that
Send her in the store the change tell her keep that
Wanna give me
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