Lyrics:
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
habits
Ugh
Dope with her, opioids and white addicts
Rap, crispus attucks
That historical procedure
She had me going out to black box theaters
God steered
your brain, use your brain
It ain't them that's killin' us it's US that's killin' us
It ain't them that's knockin' us off, it's US that's knockin' us
Hard work outgrew talent
Flow heavy but the game proper, Level up and I keep the balance
Everybody wanna eat off you but this plate gotta price now
sent her from the desert to the coast
Where she didn't know a soul
He got to keep the keys and the house
And every boy and girl in town saw how that
the addition to the sawed offfff!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump" - [Cypress Hill]
[All] Another wild nigga from the Bronx!
"Sawed off shotgun, hand
and your name ain't listed in the cast, yeah
Threw so much ones on that bitch I gave her paper cuts and a rash, yeah
Used to share a stolen car, hid
-If we was owned by the white folks it will be all good
-But we independent, black owned and making scrilla
-We a threat to society
-They ban our
right back
People wanna follow me I cannot follow back
If you wanna add me I can't add back
Keep it low-key maybe right behind my back
1-2-3-4-5 I just
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
a survivor up inside her yeah yeah she knows how to ride us.. Come here girl
Get drunk with me hand cuff my feet tear my clothes off me
I wanna twin in me
of your lives have led you up to this
Driven, if not by fame, then avarice
Thaumas in rage, salacious
Thirsty for blood berates us
Darkness surrounds with
keyhole.
Dax-strong in this dream you begin to cut key
In the furthest corner of a clearest skull,
When you feel your kneecaps being nursed by a white
hands together if ya
Black skin melanin is dripping off of ya
Sun kissed black skin and looking amorous
Cuz ya
Celebrating life
And ya
Spreading love
the weather
Know they wanna see yo downfall dark child
Get up off yo ass and rise like the moon
And keep in mind if you strive better days are coming soon
Soon
way,
And this little bitch, she keep it low-key in the cut, you can tell she don't rock with her man,
I drop a hint, let her come onto me I ain't
on a leash nigga
I smoke it by the pound what you talking 'bout
I dick your bitch down then I walk it out
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
showers with seven virgins
And hours of heaven, lustful pleasures
A couple C cups and the essence enough to keep blood rushin'
I fuck with her heavy
I
that's 10 years clean
And she's still tryna keep that
Monkey off her back
And it's a fact we don't rap alike
So if you grab the mic
Then I advise you: put
That's fresh squeeze with the pulp, mama got a big butt
Tiffany chain, the stones freeze in the throat
Love to hold my hand, stepping off planes from
intelligent black woman Y-O-Y-O
Which is Yo-Yo, but I'm not to be played
Like I was made by matell
But this Yo-Yo is made by woman and male
I rhyme about
like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving
prob'ly rip your pants off
If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
It prob'ly'll smell like cologne made out of bits of panther
They call me
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