Lyrics:
Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us
By the time they catchin' up, we smoked it up
And my eyes be red, my lips a lil' dark
The Lou is more
VERSE:
Mae 90's ka banda
In 21'st century
Purani meri soch
Deta gaano se therapy
Dhyan de mujhpe
I'll be Winning like 23
Chahiye tera pyaar
Song: Strong Black Fist
crtist: Suntonio Bandanaz
cll lyrics written and performed by
Suntonio Bandanaz
cll music produced by
Yonnas
lips,
Shey mo jo Chris Brown se o da bi n pe mo n hard lip
Was brought up in penury n real hardship
But mo dupe bayi mo ti n dine pelu awon Kingships
to this deep truth
In St Petersburg, journalists got it in black and white
If you don't do your job, you're pushing us towards the 3rd World War.
A dilemma
the paper
When I come they all
Run & hide
And they quit
And yell loud
Here he come wit' dat black s--t
I'm
by the blood best believe I rep the set
Never will I front, I'm just tryna get ahead
Last shall be 1st
Always putting in work
Finally found my worth
time no hear, man, what's up?
[James A. Smith]
Say man
People been kicking around a lot of hoe shit in my ears
[Too Black Records representative]
Where I'm from?
From the home of the jazz and the arts and the culture
Where the black people smile
Where I'm from? Where I'm from?
Where I'm from?
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
Ms. Ebony!
Beautiful skin that shines in the light
Goddess by day, Goddess by night
Ms. Ebony!
I love your skin, I love your soul
When you got black
Black Thought, yo, the skill assisted
By the Mal-ik B
The symbol you remember me to be type valid
Disastrous, the master just bust
This for the listener
to the hood
Stop by her momma house, that's if I'm feeling good
Now I need a fifth, time to hit the strip
I'ma hit the club, I'ma buy the VIP
We spending money,
at the time constitution was written, we were
considered nothin' but property...The expectation of havin' black
people speak on records never came to mind, so
I'm tired of being alone, all by myself
I went into my soul, and time slowed down
When I was so low, no one came around
Did you miss my sound?
Did
fortune said that I'll be pimping you and your pussy juice
Super sweet, sell a trick a treat, hope your lips in shape
Cause you worked your feet as you
1st verse
-pushinG thru this drought
U kno wut I’m bout
-cuttin threw da pain, shootin threw da doubt
-Got me feeling violent cuz u tryna keep down
disgusted by the kid on the sidewalk
Never mind
The only time the news will see his silhouette
Is in sidewalk chalk
Over the next couple weeks
They will talk
the wishing well
My innocent eyes look deep into the evil of their souls
They are judged by the child of the chaos emeralds
From the lips of a child prophet
watchin me with recorders
My name Christian cooper, a bird connoisseur
Got my life put at risk by a white womans lips
Watchin birds in the trees
Thought she
cars for a good time
Crashing on the road but it's alright
Getting more than reckless
Possessed by the fire, we feel endless
Craving pain in our senses
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
went and showed her
Six months change your life that’s a long time
September 1st La Mirada those stay on your mind
Alenah Finch that’s the name you
commando gear -- black robes and a red sash
around his head -- is standing by a plan on the wall. He is addressing an
audience of about eight MASKED
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