Lyrics:
the credit went to Elvis
Know you never knew that, know you think I'm too black
I just think I'm too real, I grew up on 2Pac
You grew up thinkin' that
I know you by the way you chew your hair
Always smacking your lips, spittin' everywhere
I know you by the way you tie your shoes
Always one by one,
which Philly cat doin' his own thing
Might say black my give you a code name
Round my neck see the microphone hang
Have your lady lips singin' like
you got that good good, I already know
Tell it by your size, I know you a dancer
Rein-derriere, I'ma call you Prancer
Booty paparazzi, pose for
black braids
Onto her extra large night shirt
And down her thighs
He told her to clean herself up
And that no hairy Mexican bitch
Was going to tell him
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
The three, the three
With them lips by Kylie she a freak
She nasty, nasty
V.I.P, need seen I.D. 'fore we speak
See it, see it
E.P.T, Black Rabbit we like forty
a damn shame
That I can't give you that black and white next kiss
Freeze frame your lips
Baby dontcha wish we left that camera rolling
You think by now
Piña colada
We going shopping
Only Dior and Prada
Kiss her right
On a beach in Bahamas
Hot lips
Psychotria Elata
She smell so tropical
Like Piña colada
talking cigarillo
Finger won't see a ring
That's why I'm mellow
Black lip stick, too optimistic
If it ain't business, I mind my business
Cash flow, astro
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
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
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
In Orient where wise I was
To please the way I live
Come give the beggar chance at hand
His life is on his lip
Three score a thousand times
Day turns to night as I rise from my grave
Black was the hole were I laid
Stalking the city to seek out your blood
I love when it showers from my
a good disguise
Can't indulge in public
Folks might call me coon
So I grow you in my backyard
By the dull light of the moon
Spit one seed black
Mouth be
She's got a heart of stone
And the charm to harm me
You know she's done before
By the look when she saw me
Try to get my attention
With that look
Taken out by Zimmerman’s conditioning
That any black kid in a hoodie is a suspect, a roughneck
Geraldo bought it, his son was upset
Like pops are you done
Feel it as it drifts in closer
Shifts our steps out of order
A meteorite falls tonight
To decimate our homes
Fields burned and scorched by a new
Was taught my features were ugly
I've learned to embrace
My nappy hair big lips
And wide nose on my face
My Black is Beautiful
My Black is Powerful
My
her lips
I'm all types of high
Ain't no school for this trip
I'm in a
Leather jacket
Black glasses
Smell like Givenchy
I got a couple bad bxtches
Two
Purple gas black smoke
Burning thru the rose
White bitch pink lips
Coming out her clothes
I don't know how i got here
Shit i dont even know
Shit i
obsessed bitch but I know that
All black fit but her thighs kinda thicc
Bring her sprite and she be taking a sip
Bite my lip let it rip like a beyblade
Naw
Hook (x2)
They thought he left to escape the rat-ta-tat
But his lip was fat, her eye was black;
She's telling everyone she fell, but nobody's
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