Sangtekster:
Black Lips Drugs

Right outta *** and my nose is a-runny. I like you lots but you think that I'm a dummy Can I pick you up to be at my buddies and chill. We'll ham it

go on the hoodie-hood-hood Takin' the whole thing like I knew she could Pimp who? Baby, you sexy, scratch my back Bite my lips, just like that Baby, you sexy, scratch my back Bite my lips

talk with the catch to etch my line walk Never fetchin' for crime, halt, who goes there? Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers Puffin' Smokey the bear Shinin' black

Call me Kiss or call me the Black Babe Ruth That many hits, fuck that, that mean he bricks D Block that many niggaz' gats to your lips My dope is two

is cold, dawg You see my pockets stay full, yours stay empty You say I look Kunta Kinte Blue black ain't shit jack, I'm blacker than that Jet black,

imagine that Livin' a century, the strenght of her memories Felt like an angel had been sent to me She lived from nigger to colored to negro to black

say he bout that swear I really doubt that you know I live love dis thug shit did some with kanye still talken drug shit even though its drug shit I'

size cocks That slither through cell locks in the night Lactating tits being licked, left and right Plenty of coochie burning with desire Like black churches in the South Black

the car on our way to the shot Well, yo, right now, kick the bass for ?em brothers And let ?em know what goes on Rolling Stones of the rap game, not braggin? Lips