Lyrics:
drip on me
Eeya, I can't forget my history is her story, yeah
Being black, maybe that's the reason why they always mad
Yeah, they always mad, yeah
and dance and move your body across the floor
Go on and do your thing until you're feelin' sore
(I can't dance no more)
Get on up and dance
(let's dance
The world can't take it away
Say I am the blessed of God I am the blessed of God
His praise is in my lips His praise is in my lips
My heart is full of joy
validation, her beauty represent all the nation
She goes by
Black sister, black sister, bla... bla... black sister
Black sister, black sister, bla... bla...
dance with me
She can't shake her hips like I do
And she can't kiss your lips like I do
And I know she ain't workin' this like I do
Boy, you should dance
Black dress
Marbled eyes painted rose gold
I'm blowing loud in the ozone
High as a kite
But she drop it low though
Diamonds, they dance
But they so
risks
Snapback but I won't take lip
All in her mouth can't say nothin' now
Four Seasons we're bringing this in
Take one that's a hat-trick cunt
Nice Gary,
need three of them
Can't have one or two guns without squeezing 'em
On our own people and, fuck black leaders
'Cause whites ain't got none leading
Yeah
White dress, black veil
Makeup running down in a matte stain
Red lips, red nails
Running from a church like a mad man
White dress, black veil
Murph drag - Only people with money can do this dance.
Ho! Count it. - They can't mess with you, M.D.
Put it up. - Go'n my brotha, tell 'em what time it
yaeh
Disrespect anyone of my bros again
Fling on my black track clothes again
Make sure you die slow again
And I'm finished, yo yo
Like Arma said, it's
and lip syncin'
Styles P tried to fuck up Cam'ron drip
Cam kicked him aggressively in the chest a li'l bit (that was funny)
Can't describe the energy
the chance
To do this dance you must wear Nike's
Girl, you need bikinis, and those sexy nighties
To do this dance, you can't act cute
Fellas, get up
when I feel that bass
Makes me sway
Makes me groove
Makes me really wanna move
I know I just can’t keep still
Give em something they can feel again
Just
red lips the scent is sauce
Clean as a whistle oh hoe oh hoe blow it
Make her wet we havin dinner by the ocean
I bring my home with i'm never home sick
drip on me
Eeya, I can't forget my history is her story, yeah
Being black, maybe that's the reason why they always mad
Yeah, they always mad, yeah
Dance in the sun in the nightfall rain
Lips to lips we sexin in the rain
Relentless queeeen ahhh baby
Your glowing skin ahhh baby
Things turn to flames
See through my bag
Pack
But i can't dance im not that
Black
Yahhh
She think i rap
Fast
Say that again i ain't catch
That
Yahhh
No snitch in the rat
feel the heat
Don't you worry if you can't dance, let the music move your feet
It's the rhythm of the island and like sugarcane, so sweet
If you wanna
regret it if you let me love you girl
High rise, low lights
But you got nobody by your side
Red lips, black dress
You got a smile that I can't forget
Look at all the people lined up outside,
This must be the place
I see beautiful women dressed in black,
Everyone a pretty face
Red lips
it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
from, it be like run your coat black
Jupiter, keeps her fat beats by the pack
Where I'm from, nappy hair is life
We be reading Marx where I'm from
eve parties
As we kiss hard on the lips
And swear this year will be better than the last
Jet black - the ink that spells your name
Jet black -
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