Lyrics:
the mailbox
Right by the door, and!
I can’t do right by a hoe
I’m G’d up but through my eyes I see my soul
Too much of a player to go out with a hoe
See me in
and yo tongue right there
Just let me get a order of some lip service to go
Nah, better yet deliver it, I'll be home by four
Juicy lips, strong tongue,
to the end, go find out what we might see
Pass it to the next, call that shit one-two, three
(Is that Jay spotted? Jay spotted? Jay spotted? Jay spotted?)
Yo
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
Mad cause you kicking it bending the rules
By any means I'm gon go out and I get it
By making my path I do what I choose
One at the door and got one
This is for all my black people
We need to get it together y'all
One love one kind
One heart one mind
With God it's all possible
My black people my
dick
Spread your lips, get off my dick
Party’s packed, party’s packed
Let me get a part of that
Black clover up in this bitch
And no, he don’t know how
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Yeah, beef with us, you might just catch a black eye
And ride for your crispy 850-I
We fuck with them drugs 'cause it gets
"Dude, it's just me", the free agent, there ain't no "go, team!"
Been overlooked and under-booked since the opening
'Scuse me while I try to get this
wanted was Snoopy)
That's right
Someone's at my door, baby, who could it be?
Someone wants to score and get laid by the D-O-Double G
Hey girl, what's
The vaults pack with black money
Can I get a minute more if I need
Chilling with a foreign broad overseas
In the villa with my song on repeat
Get it in while
bones, black skin
Flat nose, fat lips
That hoe, that bitch
I've heard it all, I'm learning hard
Averting the verdict I'm turning corners
Hunted, I'm hurt
answer this too
Love's gonna get ya, you know it's true, life's a bitch true
You best to backtrack and try to act Black and live
Not to be phony
in the gutter
Got out that jam now it's foreigns with the seats peanut butter
Bitch, it's BYLUG for life, never crossin' my brothers
(Let's go
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
your head, got to love it another day
(let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go)
See a head, let's forget, like a thread out of it
(go down, reach
rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
Way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken
one to my daughter, than I am my sons
Do you know how hard it was to admit that?
I'm broken, and black but hell bent on being better and building
it, that's it
In all his majesty and might, his brilliance and his beauty
His black and his blue
"Boy," still slips from their lips when they
it, that's it
In all his majesty and might, his brilliance and his beauty
His black and his blue
"Boy," still slips from their lips when they
your pussy, you screaming that it's talking to you daddy
Fart's breathing out your lips, splashing my dick badly
Use vinegar to try to tighten up your
the
Fuck out of here!
When it's all said and done
Are you going to want to
Have kids? Get married?
Oh my goodness, i have to! I have to! Yep
I'm gonna get
they go out on a creep could never like keep a black smith and do you bad leave your cap missing its blood shed on a black Street Black fiends
trick
Black-TY! What!
Gon' get it in
Where all my smokers at? Gon' get it in
It's poppin' up in V.I.P. so go and tell a friend
Platinum status,
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