Lyrics:
the south
Just for you we go figure it out
Black men don't cheat
You was blessed at the mouth
Them smooth lips
Bring addiction
I be digging it out
You make
lips said "adios, I don't like you I
think you're gross," that'd be too bad, I might get mad."
Archibald: "That'd be too bad, you might get mad?"
Do you resent the fact that people
Make a special deal out of you
Perhaps becoming a white champion in a black dominated sport?
(Yo, I fuck up
posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i'm
on X, eyes pitch black
I got 2 more 'nites is you wit' that
Fuck it let's go, when we pop out Lil' Moe
Drop the top part of the 'Dro
Later on I'm
up like carpaccio, nigga
Extra thin
Yo, I play with cold stoves so
Hot it'll break the Pyrex
Yellow and black Wu Nikes go
With the Pittsburgh Pirates
which Philly cat doin' his own thing
Might say black my give you a code name
Round my neck see the microphone hang
Have your lady lips singin' like
and I are not the same, I'll put it on for display
I don't need no lip, and I ain't looking for service
'Cause you flashing fake smiles when your soul be
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow
Black and yellow
Black and yellow
Black and yellow
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Black
another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)
She got them thunder thighs
I'm just tryna get struck by some
YG, Nipsey, and Kendrick yea check
Shout 'em out I just do it like a fucking Nike rep
Bentley truck Chuck, with the Henny cupped up
Don't get me
of a clock
You might get killed for being black, no longer state of a shock
Too many lames to keep account, like when the hell it's gon' stop?
Crooked cops
(Ride) Young Money, Cash Money
(Woo) C'mon Akon, let's go
We bustin' out of your speaker (get it)
Ready to go off any minute so you feel it (bah,
you scream
You melt yeah, you be
Like black ice cream
Like black ice cream
From your lips, to your ears
Don't stop no, just give it here
You're like
it feels so right
Just like
Your lips around a Coca-Cola
My hand on the wheel and your head on my shoulder
And some things never go out of style
Like
suits up in the back seat
Pulled over the Jeep get it in
And took a rest stop at the river bend
We living, we made it the fuck out, mad slugs delivering
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Black and yellow
Black and yellow
Black and yellow
Black and yellow
Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is
Black
What it is shawty? Can I roll good?
See you impressed by the game like ya s'pose to
You see rap stars with cars and black cards
All you get is convos,
on the next roll of
The dice i'm not unmindful
Of man's seeming need for faith
I'm for anything that
Gets you through the night, be it prayer
Tranquilizers
Yeah i said it's Kid Ink baby
Turned to the max like TJ
Body tagged up like the bottom of the freeway
Game on lock
You niggas need to get a key made
Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah [x3]
C'mon yeah [x7]
[verse three]
Yo D.,what's up?,suckers is popping lip
Grab the H-K and the dum-dum clip and spread out
I'm
Wonka
I can tell you know exactly what I'm talking
If I go way staring your lips looking down south
Finish up your drink and let's head out
Got
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
It'll be like 30 minutes, I'll be right back out, ight
Bitches come and go, bitches come and
Yo, yo what up, what's poppin', I'm back, I'm back
Yo you got
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