Lyrics:
Doosh
My Docs go
Doosh
Boot to your face and your mush goes
Doosh
New track at the show and the crowd go
Doosh
Drop an LP and the sales go
Woosh
This is the last time I kiss by baby's lips
Or feel the weight of the pistol on my hips
And if this black end can be redesigned
I'd lead a different
everlasting
And all you can do is quote what happened
Confused as I do this Confucius
Usage of loose lips, then use this tool kit
Music by stupid fools get
no bliss it's so tragic
Facts I can't stand it, bags of loud cabbage
Black fit, ready to tag and do damage
And, light some incense, maybe send
loose and all my thoughts were turning black
You shined a light on me and I intend to pay you back
But I still wake up shaken by dreams
And I hate
a flip like the game of the trap
Making sure we remain in a trap but they might go insane with the fact
That the black man gotta do what the black man can
a slippery slippery slippery slope
(Ooh)less
Life is a trip
I don't do brakes
I ride with homies
I don't do fake
Black lives do matter
Yeah, I can relate
I'm
they're still Black With NV
I go by the name of the Sugar Dick Daddy Lawnge, ripping the song
Suckers see me, want to be me, but IÆm creamy and theyÆre
I'm so high
Rock on!
Black shades
Three-quarter leathers and medallions
Honeys lined up ready to ride like stallions
Since good love is hard
back in the day
My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight
Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
A taser and a jammy tackle
By a neighbor with
and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring
by Madlib invade ya face like blah
Brin' it back as I rock it slow, with my lip socket lyrics
Scratch as I rock a show with simultaneous functions we
by Madlib invade ya face like blah
Brin' it back as I rock it slow, with my lip socket lyrics
Scratch as I rock a show with simultaneous functions we
the one in black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution when wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me
by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her
Three years for carrying
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
tight track suit
I laid low cause she came with her man
But she was by herself, cause he ain't like to line dance
I said "Hi, I got two left feet
I don't
Fuck yo drab written shit
Don't you act innocent
My arts like a artillery packed penmanship
Face of past blemishes
Tracks of black militance
What can
flow and blow
Puerto Rico Southside Latin you're feed pattern
Black people mingle white people buy my single
Bingo bangle let go my
verified you can tell by the checks
Real recognize real yea that's a real fact
Dollars blue and teal but my wheels matte black
Watch Dave Chappell when I
man used to whip
If the white man tries to whip me I back hand him
I pimp
I got black run through my soul bitch I don't walk
I limp
Mix the tracksuit
up like this track tryna fist fight back
When the producer heard this verse it left his eye black
Ask my chef, I eat rappers, I like mine's prepped
(we did)
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it (bah, bah)
Because of the law, I had to conceal it (I go by Weezy Baby)
And if you mess around,
Ripped through scenes in my life like old flicks
My body lit
Spit flow into piles
Gave birth to styles
Inflict scripts pre-flipped
By my lips in the cell
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