Lyrics:
style but imma do it better
I'll steal your man cause my pussy is wetter
White bitch problems
Contour on fleek
Subbin on the book while your mans dick
and paint eggs, not talking Easter
Guess who's back!? It's the God, bet they love that
All grown up on my style since they was Rugrats
Fake independents,
Unh
Yea
(Whoo, Whoo)
Mickey!
The streets been talkin, yo I heard you got a problem
See I don't make problems, call me the solvent
Check Webster that
of the dark
My friends would gather by the bonfire and gaze at the stars, uh
Vivid memories of second grade start hitting me, I'm not a ninja
This is about
Dear Adonis
I'm sorry that that man is your father, let me be honest
It takes a man to be a man, your dad is not responsive
I look at him and wish
for crack
But won't charge a doctor
Founding fathers made laws to keep blacks at the bottom
Let's be solutions not the problem
Let's be solutions not
get the itching man I got to get the calamine
Before I fall behind, guess the grind will be my 9 to 5
I will not be conquered by, I will not apologize
treatment
For all
But that's not America
When we have the Muslim Ban
Or a wall being built by this Country's President
And we must never forget
Sandra Bland
and smile out loud
They don't have to be proud
Drawn by tyche's spell
Dancing round of some black leather belt
Stealing time from your lips
Don't chose life
a problem with us
Word up
We'll leave your eye black and blue
Word up
Don't say I didn't warn you
Word up
You said I can be whatever I wanna be right
You can
then spit the stems
Description, Liberace, fit's the gems
Was six when I traveled
The young black Pharrell
Walk you out your crib wit
Your lips around
A-V, A-L, A-N, C-H-E yeah, that's who we be
Insurgents, not a bit nervous
No lip service, got a bit further to go
Do what I gotta kid; who want a problem
A-V, A-L, A-N, C-H-E yeah, that's who we be
Insurgents, not a bit nervous
No lip service, got a bit further to go
Do what I gotta kid; who want a problem
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
We be them, insurgents, not a bit nervous
Encouraged, got bit further to go
By any means, gettin rid of our
fuck with your baby momma then they’ll find a way
Not designed to play, games really aint no time to play
They’ll come by and be, cool only for
and I need permission? Somebody lied
We can tell by your lies what lies in your ways
You're a slave to your ways but I guess we all slave
Slave to our
lips
Not to mention these lips and my round juicy ass,
if beauty was a test alot of ho's wouldn't pass
They dog'd out trash, I'm steppin on the gas,
got
black and talented
Swaggering, and I'm never staggering
Even when I'm babbling
The female's loving it
Emails coming in
Young prince on his way to become
a scar on my lip, push that folk, no mufasa
You don't want new problems, fight when I see fit, my time is my gualla
I don't take too kind to threats, man
thru nights
I said don’t worry baby
My vision is not by sight
Black diamond my vvs
They don’t wanna see me unleash
Cause they lookin like food
I’m
lips
Stayin' to myself I'm not looking for friends
Niggas switch up everyday I learned from Rico & Mitch
So I live by two rules while I'm chasing my grip
way you getting more problems
Steady with the pace
& I'm working every dayayayy
I do not complain
Cause I'm working everydayayay
Look I'm filling with
the cut
Got some hoes who want a player to start
Lately times been so black so I just send 'em the heart
I got way too much money, problems ain't worth my
the 12th led by the one
We will emerge slowly as not to draw unwanted attention
Yet the sound of war-cry will spell fear on the lips the the horde called
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