Lyrics:
trying to wake you up
At your wake motherfucker
Black mass, black gloves, duct tape, AK
We always do it big around here baby ba-by!
That's dem Miami boyz
problem
I don't like the cretins at the top
I mean the one percent to be exact
Drilling for the oil that's at the bottom of my Black
Of the natural way, I
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
Mang! Lemme get 'em Free
Hove never slackin' mang, zippin' in the black Range
Faster than the red ghost, gettin' ghost wit' Pac-Mang
One-time know
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
runnin' on the same ole track
Can't feel nothing but your life flyin' by
You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind
Bottom of the bottle sure
Fly By Night
Yes
How that sound to you E?
Mile. Highe. Club. Niggas.
Sitting drinkin Hennessy,going thru my memories/never scared of nothing,
I just dropped in, cause I could use a friend
And a little bit of consolation
I'm hanging by a thread from the southern end of my rope
If you
the hood then you Gotta go
Once one nigga hear it everybody Know
So many niggas got smoked by bottom Store
It's a pity my city is really full of pain
Man it
spider? "
The zipper from the black lagoon?
The vents by the tanks where the bubbles go up?
(and the flaps on the side of the moon)
The jelly & paint
bag
With my dogs, we bite down, ain’t no way to hold back
Call the shots like Tom and Will cause fuck we
Feel like the men in black
Put the pedals down,
revelation from the genesis
Though I get enemies
Some wey be frienemies
I swear to God we go make am by any means
Ginika this your body na my paradise o
This
Yeah, nigga, I got three for ten, three for ten, fuck With me
Hold up, uh, rock bottom in this motherfucker
Uh, yeah, it's the God of this
tonight
So let's get lost, get under the lights
Hurry up, hurry up, come get it, babe
Bottoms up, bottoms up, know you're thirsty
Your lips on me, now we
GEMINIIDRAGON
BLACK TOP GOOD MAN
Written By Christian Simeon (Chross Babedeaux Music) FEBRUARY 2022
Produced By The HATERZ
YEAH
SHOT!
YEAH
C'MON
Go black boy, go black boy
Go black boy, go black boy
Go black boy, go black, okay
Yo, black boy magic, go black boy
Streets of ESK where it
out there, he's eating snails.
Eats the whole thing, even the shells.
Walking through amaranth and black berry vines,
down by the water with a bottle
I remember when us blacks
Were on our backs
Across tracks
Where we live
Now we packin' in Cadillacs
somewhere stuck at the bottom
Sinking
Everything
Everything
Everything
Everything
Everything is black
Falling through the past
I cannot sleep
I cannot dream
the rest of time
Defined by my obsession with the last ride
Catalyst for the wicked shit
Black Magic clique's little anarchist
The line I walk is thin
blinded by the light
It don't matter how deep yo' pockets go
They still get they fill, fingers scrape the bottom
It don't matter how deep yo' soul is
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Ooouuu daddy I like it
Black child black child
Won't you rise above the hate?
Let your dreams elevate
Come tomorrow we gone celebrate
Black child
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