Lyrics:
you're just as filthy as me
Busted up leather and spiderweb lace
Tracks of black lips and fallen grace
Tattooed shadows in neon glow
Ah, we're going down
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
a lesson
About to turn up for the year
No problem
Now I don't know where I'm going
If you looking for the money
Just follow
Cant my live my life by
The fabric be defying fate
The fabric be defying fate
How you grasp it is defined by grace
How you grasp it is defined by grace
He look like Credo
blue sky and a clear blue day
Fo' a G from D-P-G to wear clear blue and gray
I come, I came, I am, I ain't
The nigga you wants to fuck with, get
Wrap around me tight
Put your skin against
My body baby
Make it alright
Kiss me all night
Until we both take flight
And our lips are blue as oceans
In
Beetles and eggs and blues and pour little everything else
You steam a lens stable eyes and glass not get pissed off through my bird lips as good
and his bugs freeze the sea
Try to save the world by immolating myself
From history
The flood of counterfeits released
The black cloud
The resurrection
[Cee-Lo]
Mmmm.. this particular song right here is..
Dedicated to the black woman
And it doesn't pertain to all black women
Because some
shorty keep ya lips silent
D's, in the cut we gon deep by em
See something shorty keep ya lips silent
All about the banddo, but you know the thing bout it
had a beer, I guess I will stay
Bells and the river, the blue it is killing the black
"Is that eight or eighteen", the sun said spraying a tag
While
bore
Lost in dreams forever more
Only this and nothing more
Hovering my pulse was racing
Stale tobacco my lips tasting
Scotch sitting upon my
and a hair pull with a thigh grip
Black money bag, on some mob shit, I'm tempted by mob hits
Cause I want those fat checks, with more numbers than convicts
(KE on the Track) kodak, Kodak Black
Balling on these niggas
Don't act like you don't know, pussy
Me and Momo riding in a Chevy
(We sittin' high)
sugar
Sugar sugar sugar sugar sugar
Ah, it ain't over child
Your racing car
Raised by the boldness
You know you are
Your lips like cherries
colorful lips
Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearing
Blue kicks, plus jeans booming beats
Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo
The heat
One wore black
One wore black
The trail of tears is winding on
Many pass along the road
Dusty soldiers march along
As they file one by one
sides
Little splash of red, for the sparks that fly, from my lips to your lips, when it's you and I
A work of art
A hint of blue for your ocean eyes,
Everybody knows you don't give no lip
To Mr. Marshall Stack
He's dressed in black
With a power attack
He's Mr. Marshall Stack
Oh he don't mess around
When
his lips?
About flourishing from the streets to black businesses?"
Level four, y'all live and give in to false imprisonment
Listen close my nigga
isn’t even funny (Nope!)
When I’m with this girl I’m never packin blue balls
The only thing she ever gives me is black and blue balls (Pow Pow!)
She hit
distressed by the colour in your hair x2
My eyes so blue but black so clear but distracting
My lips so true but faded so glared but destroyed
My style so
of death, we can not save ourselves.
To breathe is not enough.
Yes sir, I Will.
When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed,
Blue and white
So, come boy, choose life or death
The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed
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