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to a snitch, then I'm banging the nail
Put him to sleep, and his blood in her hair
She call me king, I'm the prince of bel-air
Shawty she bad, shawty she bad
She

Mansa Musa with the gold, yeah
New new money nothing old, yeah
They recognize me by my gold hair
I can't be controlled
All of y'all my copies, they know

cause I'm moving the bunnies
Can't do work cause I really don't care
Smelling the smoke see the stress in my hair
I had no money I ain't hit the fair

broke shit ain't getting you nowhere
Bitch imma ball like No hair
Talking bout struggle don't go there
I was just low like a income
Then I blew up like

where you live and take hair from your brush

Sometimes at night i wait outside
In your backyard there's places to hide
I hop your fence and throw your

No but I'm gifted
This tornado pack got me lifted
The games like my hair and all of its twisted
Another black man is another statistic 
Don't think for

my metaphors and rhymes are dying, they must dine
Still trip, trap to the lake, watch the sunrise
When we wrinkly with grey hair and hunched spines

a room
You draw attention, every sec you sway your hair around
Attention deficit on every face in every place
The fact you need no man, makes me want you

Office space
And I rock away dazed
In this creaky chair
Intently eying this lady
Eyeing greasy hair
Half here, half there
Half aware she's scared
But I

obviously you're a hypocritical nazi
Tomi Lahren is a hottie I just said that so you'll probably now just gonna tear you hair out
Break a mirror or tear up

about my money like ah porcupine
Playin wit his life around November get em turkey fried
I like ah redbone supa thick and hair like curly fries
Robbed da

Is that your hair draped along someone else's back
It's been so long, know my heart just won't forget that

You can say you hate it but you love it

hair, Billie Holiday
Plus that pussy sweet like cheesecake Like a bad record player, kill the DJ
We grown, everybody make mistakes Move discrete don't put

why we programmed to cut all her hair
How would a lion feel without its mane
Would it feel like a man or would it be insane
Damn
Millions for my

wanna fuck so she argue come back
Grabbin' her hair I ain't pullin' no tracks
Yeah, nigga, my pimpin' bout elevation nigga and sometimes that might

night I'm an owl, I'm a creeper. Baby can you make it jump like this crisscross
Baby hair, gold bangles and lip gloss. Let me touch on that… cause it

his ass every single fucking day
Riding him like a rover
Right after he bent me over
Dick gets small when it's colder
Pubic hair like a four leaf clover

get some more, you know that you wanna go
Yeah ayy, and I'm a brown boy, you like me though
Curly hair, yeah, that's why they call me Chino
And girl,

While her titties pressed up against the glass no curtains,
Wrap that round ya mind the flow like a bad hair day flow turban,
Egyptian urban,
Too black

willing, I know
But then again
I wanna say good bye
To something that I ain't never known
'Cause shorty so toxic
But I love the way her hair rolls in

Come Together

Antonio Forcione

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Here come old flat top
He come groovin' up slowly
He got joo joo eyeballs
He one holy rollers
He got hair down to his knee
Got to be a joker
He

snap a pic
I'm the baddest bitch
Don't act like you ain't know
If he invites me shopping
Then of course I wanna go
I just walk on by
Flip my hair all in

a love pending
the good memories make me stronger
how to forget you, your smile in my mind
your hair, your voice, your look that does not lie
there are

in the dark in the pale moonlight 
Done my hair up real big beauty queen style 
High heels off, I'm feeling alive 

Oh, my God, I feel it in