Where the black girls get their weaves back
They way i dress is mad.
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
Waistcoat under my tux because i always dress the best
Our history that they stole, africa
Let me dress you up as a school girl and rape ya,
Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him
She was wearing a black dress with stilletos tossing stones in the ocean
And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath
He screens every call and remember the blue dress
The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast
You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest
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