Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag
Serial killer villan dressed in everything but black
Looking through her soul looking really black
Dead faces keep my money in a body bag
Big money, i’m talking bad hoes
Whilst i glide with black crows,
And had a good black friday
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops
A fuck that we will never give is like our pops
You got reason to brag
If white was the new black
My president is black
I promise i'mma call you back
When love comes callin', don’t look back
Who happens to be black
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