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I got it cooking on the fire
And I'm filled up with desire
Come on darling let me see you pump and jack
I'm in the mix out on the floor
Just
block look shitty
Put his dick on a wood block
Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop
Now who's the next to nut
Color Me Badd, but you can't sex me up
the sex on me
I've got scars for days, I'm so tribal
You're not Ghana made, you're not Michael
I can spar and spray with my idols
Look, if I slap your
dick on a wood block
Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop
Now who's the next to nut
Color Me Badd, but you can't sex me up
So don't even try to put
want that cock
Hit me up when you want more dick
Hit me up when you want that cock
Hit me up when you want more dick
As I sit back and roll up this
You wanna sex me
Rollin' with Ru Spit's, we make
Hit's, where my chips, bitch?
(Yo, yo, yo, yo)
I don’t know what you chasin', dog
'Cause I ain't got
I
Need the liberty Jesus gave if I'm gonna make a miracle
I'm gonna take down Jericho
Co co co co co Co-sign me
Please
Freeze
Now you all believe
the scales of reality
Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray
I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously
Niggaz ain't shit to me (word up)
You
Yeah, make sure my shit sound tight
I never knew the world could be this mad
Only vision I had of sex was Color Me Badd
And I never knew
you
I could never see a red light
Like a deer with the headlight
I freeze up when I re-up
See I barely had patience
And you're relating
Only the moment
your youngest children yeah
I put the recordin' of you beggin' for your
Life up in his Build A Bear
Make me mad and watch shit start flippin'
You
the meantime
That's if you feelin like you
Boy, you got me caught up
Yeah, you got me caught up
I don't wanna
the ride up to the top
If you wanna Rock, you can smell what’s cooking in the pot
Color Me Badd
Tick Tock Ya Don’t Stop
187 on the motherf*ckin opp
(Chorus)
way to a state of grace
Stir my heart, touch my soul
Feed me freedom sounds you made
Help me find my way to a state of grace
Lift me up with your
Verse 1
People hid they hate it's so syrebral, we on each other’s
Land so how can people be illegal, you wanna see the
Man give up a portion of his
just to make you mine?
I don't wanna waste time being polite
Fuck me good, I'ma hit rewind
Fuck me twice, that's a hell of a night
What's it gonna
up for that good sex (sex)
When I pull up, ain't nothing said
Cause I told you we gone share ya bed
If you on some shit, I got insteads (yeah, uh, I
When she's with me it's Heaven Sent
And she screaming
You mite wanna ride out
Cause yea boy I'm heavy on the block
Drive-by, tear da sides out
the noise never cease
Purple haze weed, you can mix it with the cheese
Yeah, yeah, we rollin' with the Reese
Drip so cold, hands up when I freeze
Yeah, so we
this green
I guess Roman's abrasive
Gold doubloons, what I'm paid with
All my papers got faces
Cotton-Linen, what a great mix!
Tell me how you're gonna
say I’m whipped but I be fronting
Yeah, she text me all the time
Subliminal sex text messages on her mind
When I roll up in that two seater windows
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see one in every hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine
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