Lyrics:
Black men don't cheat
You was blessed at the mouth
Them smooth lips
Bring addiction
I be digging it out
You make a nigga talk country like I'm big in
rosy man
Oh is that your chick
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your chick?
Why she all in his
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself (L's)
"Hello?"
"Man whatup bro what's good?"
"Chillin' chillin', man, motherfucker back down in these
a black belt, had a kitten, loved your mom
Lookin' for the right girl to travel the world
With lips like yours you could talk me into anything
And with
and smile out loud
They don't have to be proud
Drawn by tyche's spell
Dancing round of some black leather belt
Stealing time from your lips
Don't chose life
I'ma know how to handle
Black and white diamonds it look like a panda
All these missed calls
Got her pissed off
My neck she left lip gloss
Damn I guess
Unsaved number
Satisfy my hunger
Your jet black lover
Jet black lover
Bitter cigarettes on your lips
Don't care, we been feening for this
Of the poisons,
and rave
I'm raw plus I got more plants to blaze
Fiends came back with thieves
With files Long as Stant isle
And back to Queens
We strap black Mac's with
Ooh wee
Take a sip with me
Faded
Take a sip with me, faded
Take a sip with me, faded
Your lips on me now
I can see you now with your hands on me
we're doing it, wow
Skepta, you look like you’ve got AIDS
You look like you’ve got HIV
You look like you’ve got Gonorrhea
All around your lips
'Cos you
shawty by my side an she super fine
Oh shit now you got me singing oh my god
Love the way yo lips taste baby lollipop
Triple black 95s baby just because
more as the earth spins around
*Marz*
i get visions and flashbacks of me on horseback
dressed in black, a severed head on my lap
lips and assholes
as Fashion
By the way my name Attack, first name Black
And Problemz
Put it all together and y'all still couldn't solve 'em
M-I-double S-I-N Linx, missin'
and Ganksta NIP
Gave me the tip on the niggas yappin' lip
Too Black hooked me, Lil' Jay booked me
Shakin 'em, breakin 'em, makin and takin 'em fakin' fuckin'
Don't you leave me here
Don't you leave me here
Get my name stitched on your lips so you won't get hitched
Get back, get by
Get a room, give me
But you abide by it
We yelling black lives matter
They yelling all lives matter
They saying blue lives matter
But do my life matter
And do your life
chase a bag get a foreign all black
Your bitch hit my phone just for
A follow back
Why am I so sad? Got all of these racks
Smoking out the pack, shawty do
singers this Westside Dodgers
Bout to blow out like Katrina bills fold em
Out like cleaners that's perfect rehearse it
For doing shows at clubs
Show you
honey
Your favorite flavor
Black Honey honey
Black Honey honey
Your favorite flavor
Wanna feel like me
Wanna glow like me
Sunkissed, big lips and big
from head to toe
The only record that she ever played
Was "just like a rolling stone"
We started talking by the candlelight
Her lips get closer
your lips, wanna trace your chest
Just don't you see, don't, don't you see
That this is the end, 'cause I believe it's you and I
There is no, no
The Last Poets - updated by Ethan]
I love niggas, because niggas are me. And I should only love that which is me. I love that you niggas go
now that's the way to get me
Thinkin? about how she suck
By the way she part them lips and let me look at that tongue
Thinkin? about how she fuck
By
meant to be
They be talkin' a lot, I don't hear a thing
People be jealous by any means
I don't argue with people who really fiends
Look at all that I've
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