Lyrics:
on being a lap dancer
Yeah, you’re not ready, you black Somalian
You’re not ready
Don’t even open your mouth blud
Before you say something stupid and
You get
They know I’m bout it they want
No problems
Line you up you try and play me
Barber
I keep it on me it’s a problem solver
I go get it is not a problem
should never compromise
There's no too big, too small, too tall, no forget that
Too black, too loud, too proud, oh hell fuck that
Do not tell us how
deep
I'm just another nigga next up, tryna eat
I had some problems (you know)
And no one could seem to solve them (not a soul, baby)
But you found
grown but you rlly in yo teens
For the Black lives matter protests trump kalls in the marines
For the Capitol Riot he tell em to come in by all means
has got a problem
What are you doing to solve them
If you're not solving the problem
You are part of the problem
If America has got a problem
What are
Niggas pocket-watchin', niggas pocket-watchin'
Wait, bitches pocket-watchin', that is not a problem
Niggas thought that they could stop 'em, but they not
shocked
You should've known a Caucasian would've been her road dawg
Her first crush at five had blue eyes and a mohawk
So when I say I'm pro-black, I'm not
I’ve got no one to call.
Tell me what’s the problem this time ..
A headache and a black eye.
For everybody’s sake just leave us alone.
I think I
Yeah I know it may not look like it
But I'm asking you what does?
My day has gone from bad to worse
I got to thinking that you're the cause
I
Poisonous attack cancer black lung
Nigga with forked tongue is lynch hung
Insufficient funds bounce a check tight
Sure to a blank strike individual
run ya lips and instigate
Why you wanna talk and not say it to my face
Why you wanna pretend and love to be fake
Why you wanna is it cause I'm the one
Look, i got 1 problem 99 are fixed, they all got painted black nails like a bitch, or painted black nails like a emo, their programmed by a program
looks like an accident
Um, flowing like my pad is the maxiest
My bitch white and black like she's been mimicking a panda
It's the dark skinned nigga,
not racist
I be judgin' by the mind and heart, I ain't really into faces
Fucked up, the way that we livin' is not gettin' better, you gotta know how
what the problem is
Everybody wants to be successful
And go on a power trip
By making you feel like a Jew in Auschwitz
People chasing vagina so hard
They
mind is one cuz that's how we find ways
To fix the problems of our youth
Let's get right down to the roots
We can't go on platforms and not speak
your lips cause they always make my problems go away away away from you
In my head in my mind think it's always my fault
In my head in my mind oh yeah
know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic on his tires
If I even fuck with a bitch
She gonna know
Not to conversate with niggas
know he on fire
Seventeen inch Momos
Black Magic on his tires
If I even fuck with a bitch
She gonna know
Not to conversate with niggas
there's no need to blame me
For any kinda problem that you're dealing with lately
Just posting up my comment, no need to get crazy
I could be random
With skinny jeans, lip rings
Black hair and a bunch of eyeliner
And I'm stuntin' Co-Op, it's
My only fuckin' designer, so
So fill me in, ladies
What's
Killing us one by one
In one way or another
America will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one
The problem is, the troublesome black
abolished it was just redesigned
Don't be twisted by the black on black crimes
Revolution will be live and not televised
[Bridge]
You wanna be a slave or you
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