Lyrics:
Lover
Like Prince said you're a sexy mutha well-a
I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile
Smooth black skin with a smile
Bright as the sun, I
With skinny jeans, lip rings
Black hair and a bunch of eyeliner
And I'm stuntin' Co-Op, it's
My only fuckin' designer, so
So fill me in, ladies
What's
of sorrow
Concerto of pain
Soaked in a forty bottle
I was trapped in the rain
Heroine for veins
Coke for nostrils
And liquor in liter bottles
Weed for black
Harold told Melvin back in the days of penny loafs
When Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious
black And I feel like a bat
I'm slippin' and swippin' the motherfuckin' scat, I'm grippin' the cheeks while I fuck from the back
You callin' me gang, Ion
work
Northface bubble with, eight bundles under it
Gold front upper-lip smile while I was hugging it
I lied, I wasn't Lucifer's neighbor, he who I'm
shot out your Dunks
Best tuck your chain because they like to Deebo
Can't fuck with your ho 'cause she like to freeload
She see a ball and act like it's
Warriors come out and play
I'm in the Bronco with O.J.
I'm comin' back around your way
Yo watch me sweep the nation if you black or caucausian
move outya line a view (Where they at?)
Black and white, diamonds lookin' like tiramisu (I could eat ya up)
Spark and light, thunderbolt tha blunt like
Waqt ki lakeer khinch buni ye kaya
Buri ye memory meri toh waqt na karta zaya
Kal bhi kashmakash se ho bhara
Na kal mujhe sataye
Almaari ke kankaal
black Prisons
who got caught with Karrots from Egyptians
Semarians, contacted by Aliens
black Elohiem trapped in the Beast
kidnapped in the East
now in
to
The Rhythm
Well I came here for something funky to happen
Is this Christmas 'cause everybody's rappin
You better get sparked by the song that I sing
Hundred round chopper, I'm shootin' it for sure
Black thirty round clips, extensions at the show
These pants Off-White but I Gucci'd the coat
That ho
eyes
Crawling on fours, every time I slide by
Nothing less than the truth, on the streets of the South
Hos on my swag 'cause the diamonds in my mouth
your lip, it's MC season dagnabbit
And oh oh oh oh oh (whattup Chip?)
I hate rabbits! (Sh)
Be vewy vewy quiet, a hunting we will go
Hi-ho
hate
(They hate)
They won't say it to my face
(Pussy)
You better embrace
(Embrace)
Cause I was chosen by the holy grace
(Amen)
Stop moving your lips
Steady living by the trigger
I toss on nigga
Nuthin' on my ass but Tommy Hilfiger
Droppin' chronic by the pound
Who's teachin' classes?
Bitches blowin all
Vždycky jsem věřil v to, že bude líp
Pořád jsem real, není to umělý
Žádný pózy, lezení do prdelí
Jen když je líp, jsou vztahy pak trochu studený
all black
Hop out Laredo's
Equipped with the potato strap
Get turned to home fries
That's by any means to see the dough rise
Ill! This bitch's pussy
Long as you Never Switch
Hear ye hear ye Come one Come all
Let me tell you bout Nicki
Met her at the mall
Fly, Black and tall wit a Houston drawl
Long as you never switch
Hear ye hear ye
Come one Come all
Let me tell you bout Nicki
Met her at the mall
Fly, Black and tall
Wit a Houston drawl
Ho said she had some money, told her, "Send it in a Lyft"
Got a bitch up in Dallas, shot up in her like I'm Luky
Tryna line me, she gon' die by
and moved her ass to Vegas
Seen her on that Instagram
Like damn I know that pussy crazy
With them lips and them hips
Thank God ya mamma made it
I’m just
have to do, is look at them and point at you
We made a movie…..it’s a bad flick
Said her lips are cracking and she gonna need some chapstick
Bitches,
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