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Black Hippy
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Black Lip Bastard
This what you really want, huh Turn me up, Ali
I know your image of me
Is what I hope to be
Black lip bastard, pass me your password So I can hack inside your brain, see I, too, have gone insane
Before I fall, I'm sure to curse you all in Jesus' name Lead shower, Anna Peebles hour, bitch, stand the rain
Look inside my parking garage and see a collage Of every person I despise since the moment I turned five Calculate my steps and strategically took my time Even falling off, I land on the ass of Nicki Minaj (So soft) Eat that pink pussy like it's Friday Bust one, Roman Reload, then smoke to Sade And somebody tell Rihanna too I need that vagina too (Hey baby) Don't fucking take me for some kind of fool I'm kinda the reminder of knowing Compton ain't kinda cool Good kid, mad city, mountaintops couldn't see my views Countertops, we hop over, hit the register, then we move I hope this shit can register on a regular soon
Before I climb this pedestal and make you catch my fucking stool, bitch K.Dot, leave 'em grieving on evening news Even when society break even, I'll break rules
I told niggas, caught wrecked, then I towed niggas Fold niggas like clothes and drawers, nigga Homie chose to go toe-to-toe, I had to break his leg Like a cliché to rock a show, is that over your head? Niggas stretching the truth like they choose to do yoga instead Either that or that or they depressed, eating yogurt in bed Solar system, grab a space shuttle and stay subtle The bass bit the bait, I'm straight, you a gay couple I ain't thirsty for the deal, way to make 'em pay double Anxious when the bacon on the table, I need a muzzle You're basic like cable to a satellite dish You was running L.A., now you out of there like Fish
What more can I say? I'm a bastard with black lips Black shirt, black shades, long black dick I'm awkward, dog, I'm tryna bargain shop at Saks Fifth Swung two axes and knocked the Earth off axis' ass
Figg side, black nine, black lips, smoke time Fuck tHis rap sHit, I'm active Sucking on titties since I was eight Hoodie witH my sHades, I ain't tryna be fake So don't be talking to me, pussy Running your gums like you be Loc'ing
WHen tHe world know tHat you're nookie Rookie, softer tHan infant fabric Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I won't have it, wHen tHe gun drawn, get rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tatted Know my niggas moving You Hesitating to Hit tHe lick, wHat tHe fuck is you doing?
Perpetrating, bitches popping Percocet and percolating Freelance for God, but do the work of Satan, whatever works I'm clever with the words, if you haven't noticed yet Lightyears ahead, I'm bright and I like to get oral sex Soul brother number 1+1, getting fed like where drugs and guns come from
All we do is do it, shitting on the competition Taking heads off, this Hannibal Lecter music You niggas don't move me, you niggas just movies Cut straight to them credits and hit you wit' a Uzi Peel off in a dullies, truck bed full of toolies Get home, smoke, poke on some coochie I'm just fucking around, enough with them fairy tales But I bust heads for real, go head I'm Jay Rock, you lil niggas beneath me How you gon' dance with the devil with two left feet? Peep, thinking you sweet, but you weak Talking out of turn'll leave all of your teeth in the street Momma taught you better, never clash with a giant Unless you David, remember, my nigga, I'm not Goliath Feel the wrath of this titan, hit some water, call it Poseidon Wig out, then hit your ass with a trident Money on the table, my nigga, you know I'm all in If rap was a drink, you wine, nigga, I'm all gin Hunnit proof, recruit a hunnit troops who love to shoot No fluke, my nigga, you know that's what us hunters do East side up, Watt City mayhem Choppers, they spraying from A.M. to P.M I'm the silent assassin of the four-headed dragon Black Hippy blasting a .50 out the back of the Benz Wagon Toe-tagging wack rappers off G.P
You can't see me, your vision ain't 3D You smoking on that seaweed, we rolling up that kiwi In the backwood lighting, we high for like three weeks You paying for that pussy, but we always get freebies Top Dawg that ho and throw it like a frisbee, it's history You know the night and day is ours Top Dawg conglomerate, Hiii Power, bitch!
Is this what y'all really want? This Black Hippy shit what y'all really want? When I'm in interviews, don't ask me 'bout no crews No posses, no cliques, don't tell me who's gettin' it I don't give a fuck, nigga I just paid-- I just paid six figures in taxes, nigga I'm rich daily, on some independent shit Uncle Sam talking 'bout [?] I'm like 'Nigga, fuck you!' K-Dot said it, not Kendrick Ab-Soul got us stuck on the planet, nigga T.D.E., solar system, Control System, bee-otch!
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