Lyrics:
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
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,
romance at her
champagne glasses chatter
ass fatter than that actress up in family matters
lips thicker than mick jaggers
dick so hard the shit
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
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
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
pull up
Black with the windows tint
(Black with the windows tint)
(BLAP)
That ain't my bitch that I got rolling up
Whenever I put in
Back with these hoes
Lord
Lord Jesus
You there
DEVOUR
Pop it like it's magic
Oh it's so tragic
Had it but I let it slip, through my fat lips
Finalize, Generate, Cash
niggas switchin' squad
Z3, Z4 and all across the block
Niggas out here blame flags
Purple, green or that all-black
Fuck around you get your ass taxed
Stick
Foxy comin towards me, lips describin frustration
(Shoulda did what a nigga do, son and cheat)
Man I got my ass up outta the sleep
Obviously, the Eighth
don't need your approval, If I want to speak
Watch the blood rush through your head, once I hang you up by your feet
You can be fresh meat for my
the crowd go (HO!)
Out they see, complete my rap technique
Take up mad Chiefs, I go through 60 packs in a week
Attackin New Jeru, as I do my doo-dah
Last night!
[A-Plus]
I smoked a bomb sack facial
Then I got a call from this girl I hate bro (what?)
She said I'm comin' by don't think that I'm a H-O
and gal
Here come Black Stal'
What? Them never know me
So strong, gal
Now, I just wan' get rid of action
Me not gon' rhyme, ya use protection
Soften
the drinker
Misunderstood to make the ordeal linger
They label me a problem child who can't cope
Hangin' by a thread yes a very thin rope
Inevitably
Shammgod the way I stay around the rim
Kamikaze shit, Origami flip
Bitch popping a lip and then
I'm choppin' off a tit
Black 550s at the wine tasting
Some La, last some mo, head to go
I don't need dough to own that ho, you get it?
Anotha nigga never will I owe, you get it?
In the video, the five we
Some La, last some mo, head to go
I don't need dough to own that ho, you get it?
Anotha nigga never will I owe, you get it?
In the video, the five we
Him being I, seeing eye'm so focused
Black lip pastor, hazard hazard
The resonant frequency if matter matters
Backwoods, extra pills, seals untampered
row
Now end this qualified immunity, 'bout to turn all these pigs into bacon
Yippee ka-yay, hi-ho, bitch, what do you know? Reverse cowboy at the rodeo
ran, I jumped out the back window
But her daddy, he was waitin' with a two-by-four
Oh, he beat me to the left
He beat me to the right
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