This is a song about "Nigga lips"

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

The right-to-kiss his dead wife's lips

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

List if things that i would die for such as to be kissed by your amazing lips

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason

Stray away bullet streaks off the lips son

Like a myme trying to get his point across moving his lips.

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Finish the day with joints on our lips

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Rubbing off these cracked lips like chap stick

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

While none of em are givin a fuck what comes out your fuckin lips

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics