Quelle Chris

Bottle Black Power Buy The Business
I said if I don't make it rich then I’ll make it my bitch If it ain't talking us then don't make it my business This ain’t bout the pen, muthafucka this physics This the dead and living, mufucka this kismet Niggas trying to bottle black power, buy the business Bless the baby bathed in gun powder with the fitness You ain't trying to martyr bout it, you just trying to witness You ain't trying to martyr bout it, you just trying to witness Fuckers ain't 'bout it 'bout it they just trying to witness Fuck them niggas talk about it, pro black and distant You copped you an outfit, stay protesting for the pictures You don't get no likes, you might decide to switch yo image Be on Tinder singing Tarrus Riley to some mistress She don't let you hit it, she go from queen, to hoe, to biznitch This ain’t ’bout no scene this is life or death by inches This about ya next of kin, this about the rib I said if I don't make it rich then I’ll make it my bitch If it ain't talking us then don't make it my business This ain't bout the pen, muthafucka this physics This the dead and living, mufucka this kismet Niggas trying to bottle black power, buy the business Bless the baby bathed in gun powder with the fitness You ain’t trying to martyr bout it, you just trying to witness You ain't trying to martyr bout it, you just trying to witness Songtexte Back on the P, house niggas OD For the buck, getting fucked, daddy dick Jody Kids can't read, but the whip so clean Crib got the wiz, but the lab got lean They made you tha plug and the clubs got fiends Tryna to get that money up don't try to get free Ay, you don't pay that cash back back to the working rate Face down mask up, time for the percolator I don't need a review, I already know they haters They don't need to see you they just need to see you famous Skin you down to Hebrew Frank I don't need to lie You might catch a redo You may not come back alive Jay Z on the Sea-doo Sean K on the GTI Mo' buttah than keto or you spreading like two to 5 (country crock) inner thighs Read em and weep, you think you iconic, you just king for the week I said if I don't make it rich then I'll make it my bitch If it ain't talking us then don't make it my business This ain't bout the pen, muthafucka this physics This the dead and living, mufucka this kismet Niggas trying to bottle black power, buy the business Bless the baby bathed in gun powder with the fitness You ain't trying to martyr bout it, you just trying to witness You ain't trying to martyr bout it, you just trying to witness Aus Songtexte Mania