Lyrics:
Gurley
Say His Name
Gabriella Nevarez
Say Her Name
Tamir Rice
Say His Name
Say His Name
Say His Name
These are just a few of the Black americans killed by
This beat from Murda
I don't stick to the script (no)
Real nigga, I'll punch a nigga in the lip (oh)
Get rich, I'll push a brick outta here
late to freeze
Time goes back track black hole expanded
All because you didn’t make me come like my hand did
Like my hand did
Like my hand did
All
can I assume
You want me, cause I want you
I, make my move my lips kissin' ya neck
Hands rubbin' ya thighs an brushin' against ya pelvis
Meltin',
a big black suit and a pistol .44 rounds
Fag in me hand in between the fingers
Is a drink and the can gets downed
If you want a man knocked in
to the hills
Make myself be something
They say that I can make it under all the smiles they think that I'll be nothing
Quit the hatin bite yo lip, like you was
cash, some rubbers, a Kodak
Her bag, got lip gloss with some keys a gat
Real nice swag, skinny jeans, black tee and a hat
Keep my bag by my waste, now I
the sweet salt stuck in my eyes
I'm brushing up across her hair cold hands on her thighs
I watch her smile and now I'm
Sweet talking honey but she don't pay
on playing slow jams
Love the way she throw it at me what she do with those hands
Blazin on some cali my weed isn't from the home land
Need a couple baddies
cuz you know I neva run
Gotta problem wit the kid bet my fists can be the sum
I can do this by myself I told my brodas not to come
I put fear in you
right hand and drawn
I'm maleficent I'll drop a curse on them all
Please don't try me, nigga don't try me
Hush your lips, your better not likely
Most
I was booorn
Byby by by by the
Riiivveer
In Memphis Tennessee
Where da old soul dirty south
Made me what you see
You can check our history
Our city
gristle,
Hand yo' mama a tissue,
If I decide to kiss you.
I check it in on the West Coast (Ask about me)
I check it in in the Dirty South (a yeay)
boots by your little bare feet
Let it out, tell me right now
Everything I need in them white cotton sheets
Dirty dance me slow in the summertime heat
the bird Woodstock
Getcha hands off my dick because I hold this cock
It's like a waitin' in the distance
Resisted from persistence
I'm Dirty Harry and I
the bird Woodstock
Getcha hands off my dick because I hold this cock
It's like a waitin' in the distance
Resisted from persistence
I'm Dirty Harry and I
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
One day at a time, huh
They wanna say it's a war
Ramello's pops from Sugarhill
J be the 'cause for the kiss at your wake
Cartel lips, spitting clips at your face
We started from the bottom
You'll see beg
Do you want more?
You're dirty, sweet girl I want more
You're dressed in black, don't look back, I want more
Take me by the hand, you're trouble
Ain't it $trange by *CHAOZ*
Now ain’t strange the way these nigga hate/am getting money in my lane while they contemplate / I spit that venom in
Take it slow baby no rush time to relax
Pushing 80 in 50 ride in that Maybach
Got to Be cautious riding in the streets while black
Munchies kicked in now
of that ol', that good ol'
Yankee up north Dirty south, Yankee music
Uh, it ain't where you from, homey
It's how hot you are, Nicolette, let's, come
a cat to meow
Every once in a while
I see hands in the crowds
See whites, blacks blazing a pound, ju-jumping around
Tits, ass bump out her gown
of July
She was gaping at me like an earthquake crack
As you took her away on your dirty old back
"she stuck by my side
Seemed to enjoy the ride
I threw
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