Lyrics:
ass
Johnny Cash, afro havin'
Jack of Spades, boots havin'
Tony Danza, shoes wearin' ass!
B-b-b-black by popular demand, I expand
My hand
Every memory
You can't give her those
Wild summer nights where I learned all your secrets
Those "I love you's" that already fell off your lips
That
your hands up when I pass by
Made something out of nothing funny how I just laugh
Self made what you know about that
Stay on track this just me running
crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Probably be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle
Wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', what
Straight off the block, gold nuts in my hand, trustin' no man
Got my Glock cocked, runnin' this
Wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', wha' wha', what
Straight off the block, gold nuts in my hand, trustin' no man
Got my Glock cocked, runnin' this
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'I like to start off by saying that prison is truly a living hell
It is a place where love and compassion are looked upon as weaknesses
given me the keys to her newly traded in updated Audi eight minutes before midnight with Her credit card in hand
To make the last run to the store for
Don't tell me
Black Lives Matter
Then that man
Turn on his brothers
Had to cut her off
Caught her in her lies
I couldn't trust her
For nothing
If you
niggas but
That's how I raised 'em
Scrape a opp off the board
Before you dry erase 'em
He put his hands on your
Brother? You gotta fade 'em
He put his
shit, off with your head
Off with your bitch, she offered me head, I offered her dick
Slid my black card at the reception, now we off in the Ritz
I'm
with your head
Off with your bitch, she offered me head, I offered her dick
Slid my black card at the reception, now we off in the Ritz
I'm rolling this
me nigga
I own it while you living on a lease nigga
I'm known to keep my bitches on a leash nigga
I smoke it by the pound what you talking 'bout
I dick
figure eights
Aya
Let's go
Her face no longer lit up
The look of kinda sick of
Per pace Madonna speaker
Am hooked on grass so keep off
Reference
players comin major,
they shot the psycho that sprayed, cut ya wife and played her
The player the B.I.G, B.O.I, dope boy rhyme maker,
beats by the layers,
spacious, smoking aces in Lagos
Feds get involved, I'm slipping off in the synagogue
Issue you your warrant, informant, bitch I've been a boss
Counting
your brain, use your brain
It ain't them that's killin' us it's US that's killin' us
It ain't them that's knockin' us off, it's US that's knockin' us
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
habits
Ugh
Dope with her, opioids and white addicts
Rap, crispus attucks
That historical procedure
She had me going out to black box theaters
God steered
Hard work outgrew talent
Flow heavy but the game proper, Level up and I keep the balance
Everybody wanna eat off you but this plate gotta price now
the addition to the sawed offfff!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hill]
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand
sent her from the desert to the coast
Where she didn't know a soul
He got to keep the keys and the house
And every boy and girl in town saw how that
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