Lyrics:
The winter wind is a blowing strong
My hands have got no gloves
I wish to my soul that I could see
The girl I'm a-thinking of
Don't you
Look at these hands
They shaped the whole world
You’re looking at magic
Look at these legs
Look at these thighs
Holding up the whole world
But you
Cinderella slippers
Just cigarillo Fire
Calling that a night cap
And ain’t no cap
Just a little dirty wine
Wit lips like that
You know there ain’t too many
While back
In the back
Puff thrax
Seen shorty real fine in an all black fit
Skin right
Teeth nice
Clean type
Like to play the back when he
white, soul is so black
Kill all these hoes and get back on the track
Yeah they hate then love it yeah that shit is wack
All these dirty mouths making
and put 'em in every city man
Send 'em Greyhound, in every other city and
Wallet the size of Guerilla Black's, or Biggie's hand (baby-baby)
And I got
clean water
Dirty politics never come clean
Can yall believe this shit 2017
Hey mothafucka I'm real as shit
Everything I'm talkin bout real as, real
Late night dreams
Being sad I quit aga
Crime on the beat hell yeah
Black nails black lipstick
Gothic outfit
Rhymes I spit
Hustle to survive
Yeah he said
it's driven
By carnal desires
You got the ways
Of a merciless succubus
Feeding like a dirty leech
From my inner madness
Your eyes hypnotize
The most
it's driven
By carnal desires
You got the ways
Of a merciless succubus
Feeding like a dirty leech
From my inner madness
Your eyes hypnotize
The most
burn we can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll,
Black rotting blood invades my ailing flesh,
Destroys and burns me down alive,
Ulcerated lips stinking of death,
Excommunicated creators of mine,
bought a black
And my home girl here
Is gonna bounce for that
Thought you would never want to fall for this
Still had you here
want to lick my lips
gon make it happen while you look to the sky
It's the N-E-smoke to-L's don't ask me-why
4-42 on the lyin don't pass me by
Paint like onions make
Whipping it fast in the Mercy (Yuh)
Car all black like Shuri (Yuh)
Paint job clean, ride dirty (Yuh)
And I'm all in my bag like Birkin (Yuh)
Bad ting
(furiously propelling the boat onwards)
Down once more to the dungeon
Of my black despair! Down we plunge
To the prison of my mind!
Down that path into
#INTRO
A Dorian... The AlliYance here
#HOOK
I don't ever do shit half-ass, as you were
Zoning heavy, betting on that black-black, as you were
You
got some loose lips
Better zip em up, quick
Yeah you like to gossip
Yall keep talkin that shit
Hands up, it's a stick up
Like to watch you pussies bleed
in front of a store or something
'Cause you'd be taking shortcuts, right
Cops, "Ree, put your hands up, black boy!"
The cops shot the kid
a movie, I'm givin' them clips
Dirty Glock, show me your work or somethin' and start runnin' your lips
I'm not talkin' bout no hula hoop, that pistol on my
the Bleachers
Get in the field get your hands dirty take a L
Take a sack throw a pick get it back and prevail
We'll never know who we are until the day we fail
If
on the asphalt
Finally I recognize the face of my hibachi dealer
Who takes off his prosthetic lips and tells me
Everything you know is wrong
Black is
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
She so amazing hand sculpted by the gods
And I embrace her all find the beauty in her flaws
In
these days
She kisses the cops on the lips
And she takes them to Paris
And tucks them in she takes them by the hand
And tucks them in she begs me
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