Ass shots in her seven jeans
Of her black mercedes
I ain't tryna brag though
Black 3 cement, sag jean knees low
They call me random black never squeezed a mac
Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack
I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows
The candle had weight, had to of been 3 pounds.
I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow
Maskin up to bag this up- getting that black ops dough
It's all too black for me to blame it on the man
69 a black girl that's what i call a ying yang
You're playin call of duty four while i hurl on you
And the blogger has their reviews in rear view
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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