She bout that life ha that pink panther lean she sip
Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip
In the house, holla back
A white guy tranna act like a black
Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut
Black on black lock n load blood for blood
Looking through her soul looking really black
I don't know why i'm even on this track
They smoke black and wear black hats, with red shirts,
Whole time, a little more girls
Make the fingers snap
And i thought i was black
Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit
It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.
To their backs and attract the black on black
Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat
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