Lyrics:
up my lap
She was goin for the dick, I knew the cap
Then she moved her hands up by my nutsack
As her other fingers pressed by my buttcrack
Then she
Cantaloupe ain't nothing
But some kind of hand-me-down
When you can have a
Water water melon
Red lips beady eyes
Every time I eat you
Got to wear
a rubber grip black shotti
Pump one in his ass make that nigga switch hobbies
A dossage, hand delivered, without postage
Bring it to your door step
sadeed
[William Cooper]
I show both sides of the coin, we angels with dirty faces
Some say the love the wicked, more deadly than the hatred
Life's
like it then I lick that
You see that dirty in my cup yeah I sip that
Got your bitch and my dicks where her lips at
And I heard you shooting crack with
good:
I've been waiting far too long...
I see their bodies in the pyre,
Leaking black smoke into the flames.
And all the people stand around,
Shaping lips
A different kind of love, oh
I think I got a girl crush girl crush
Wake us up, they goin' and the night is young
I just wanna take you by the hand and run
Show
fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5, double stacked that's a hundred grand
Rose
Imagine this breeze coming from the ceiling fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5,
cock
Blood will spill by my hand
Am I demon, surely not a man
As I follow you in pitch black
Know my gun is pointed at your back
The sins of the flesh
eating dirt
Being buried alive
Put to death by surprise in
The name of black gods
Ain't I most fly? Young pie don't cry
Dry the tears from your eye
B.O.B. don't say he miss you
And he don't have lips to kiss you
And he don't have hands to dip your waist
And tell you how good you taste, yeah
See
the fireworks
I'm loving all the dirty looks
That your boyfriend has been giving me all night
I think that he knows
Lock lips and pull in your hips tonight
He's
your hands on the hot hood
Gettin' frisked by the you know who
Crooked ass detectives don't even have a clue
When it's time to run, I jump gates,
show us more?
Kissed by nimble lips
Sucked by swirling tongues
Happily marooned
Lying gently on the side
Now space (I had my buttercup)
is the place
before I wake
[Black Rob]
Fluck that
Snap a nigga shit, smash him with the fifth, watch his body lift
Shut his hottie's lips, bitch screamin, hit her body
the good and bad, a Manichean apartheid
Token black from being schooled with the crackers
I'm just tryna break the stigma of a SoundCloud rapper
Funny how
white hand
Twice he kissed her cheek
Three times he kissed her cold corpsy lips
Then he fell into her arms asleep
Well the night passed away and the day
to her
Black dress and I'm flexing her
Black tongue got a hex from her
Her prints on my lips, speak a whole lot of death
Her lips on my lips left her
enough
Cram em in wagon full of acid to the maximum
Half back dashing in half black, manic lip
Slack vans, granite spit
Passing all them flaccid kids
And I've been waiting far too long
I see their bodies in the pyre
Leaking black smoke into the flames
And all the people stand around
Shaping lips into
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?
Def Jam, knowumsayin'?
Niggas like Method Man, Redman
Say all the artists
on the curb
Closer than the skin on the back of my hand
Through the thick and thin, we can win
Beautiful black skin
[Chorus]
[Khujo]
No need
Dirty Di
Dirty Di
Dirty Di
Dirty Di
Shawty be my kinda toxic
She know if I got it I cop it
Press me out for some dick and I love it
Give her throlly
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