Lyrics:
black and I'm really Spanish
The coat looking like the back of a woolly mammoth
We only beef over cheese like a Philly sandwich
Pull your card when I go
I'm cold blooded old hunnids I still fold 'em
Peel onions bake pies we brick oven
Taught game home schooled by old gunners
Black Gods, Ansars
about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch no flamingos
And I've done everything but trust these hoes, C.B. fuck wit' me!
When I rich nigga want you
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
Its me, the brand new intelligent black woman why-O-why-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made
milk when my baby delivered
My name Mr. Moseby your typical nigger
Black man swag
Black man swag
Penis big and got no dad
Asian swag I got that dat bag
disrupted by her straightforward
And categorical analysis
She holds fast on her precious notes while free falling
Inside the pitch black core of the very
It's all in her head
But when you look in her eyes
You see it's real in her mind
She's holding strings tied to ghosts
Measured with knots by what hurts
Rock the F and N still gon' fuck her friends
(Top, Amiri bottom, you know what I'm sayin'
With the Glock tucked in that bitch)
Still gon' pop 'em by
Neva made benadryl sick
He neva caught no lightning
Betcha he ain't even real
Well ya better listen to the
Wise old man spill!
No jokes, no lies, no
could have been a tragedy
Ninth grade, in a driver seat
Skipping class, no time to speak
Truth be told this honesty
Poker face and poke her highness next
She wanna slide with a TALIBÄN’er
With a all black bitch I don’t want no panda
Bitch fuck like she don’t got no manners
My bitch grown, fuck u
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
of the reasons why I got her by my side today
She's just too good to be forgotten
That's all that I can say
Too good to be forgotten
No, I'll never let her
Hoes everywhere black foreign and Asian
I'ma playa by da day, yeah, hustle by da night
Yeah, I roll wit da crew who hadn't eva been light
Yeah, see 'em
grabbing the wheel
Until we swerve hit the pole
The air bags breaking my nose
I’m getting blood on my clothes
Her bodies no where in sight
I’m just ejecting
myself
Feeling alright for myself
And no we don't need your help
We do this every day can't you tell
Stay doing good shit for ourselves
We stand by, stay
twilight, my eyesight finite will die brightly by the hand of the bright light
The temperatures shrinking; sinking faster than my thinking could ever hope
yeah)
Turned her over, slut her out, run her over bull dozer
Picked her up, laid it down cumming 3 times over/ (2 hours)
Dickmatized by the sex,
I'm still venting in Vetements
Ya picture was my desktop but I don't even want her no more
Still can't find my ricks up at the store
And I still
the lycans approaching
But I might need a coat and I wear wolves’/werewolves fur cause I’m lycan/liking the clothing
I’m righteous I know, nice with I flow,
nigga, I ain't have no coat
Every time they lookin' at me, eatin' grass now, cause I'm the GOAT
I don't care what they talkin' bout, but one time go ghost
my bitch , she here for the group
All black trench coat like Chrollo, this my Phantom Troupe
Whole gang pulling up bossy, in them 302s
Dog barking up
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