Black Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy
Singer: NBA YoungBoy
Title: Black
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Hm, hm, hm, mm
Pull up, G-Wagon, huh, mm
Different, mm (They hoes)
Uh, hey, yeah, uh-huh (These n#gg#s, they hoes)
We don’t f#ck wit’ these n#gg#s, they hoes (What?)
Fire, b#tch, gang, uh, uh, uh (We don’t f#ck wit’ these n#gg#s, they hoes)
Mm, mm (I don’t f#ck with these n#gg#s, they hoes)
Who the f#ck is lil’ shawty? (f#ck is lil’ shawty?)
Where the f#ck is yo’ n#gg#? Huh (f#ck is yo’ n#gg#?)
How you get to this party?
Don’t bring Backwoods, I like Swishers
I gotta Draco in the sack, n#gg#, shoot the car, tryna knock out the engine (Boom, baow, baow)
I keep this sh#t kickin’ on top of my pendant (Yeah)
Dirty rod in my pouch, gotta know I ain’t slippin’ (Yeah, go)
Black, hm, hm, I want everything black, huh (Black)
Want everything black (Black), huh, I’m buyin’ everything black, huh (Black)
I want that #ss fat (Ass fat), my Range Rover black, huh (Black)
I want a whole ‘nother bag, huh (Bag)
I want a hundred-round Gat, huh (Hundred-round Gat)
And I want lil’ shawty, she bad, huh (Bad)
I wanna beat in her back (Beat in her back)
And I wanna kill all my opps (Kill all my opps), dead, ain’t comin’ back
I wanna hit her if she thick (Woo)
I wanna keep this sh#t on track (Keep this sh#t on track)
And I went bought like thirty Rollies like a n#gg# Ric Flair (Yeah, yeah, like a n#gg# Ric Flair)
Wait, hm, like a n#gg# Ric Flair, mm (Ah)
And I want damn near thirty Rollies like a n#gg# Ric Flair
Ha, haha, like a n#gg# Ric Flair, ha (You already know)
And I’m so high, might fly a b#tch out for to dye my hair (Uh)
These rappers be talkin’ that sh#t and they broke
And they know for a fact I make slimes pull up
They be stealin’ the swag so we f#ckin’ they ho’
Pick her up, hit the b#tch in the back of my truck (Uh)
I don’t care, all this money not here for the show
Let her ride me on top while I sit in the chair
I be fiendin’, b#tch, I be takin’ these pills
I could pull her sh#t off ’cause I paid for the hair
Different, mm-ah
I don’t f#ck wit’ these n#gg#s, they hoes
We don’t f#ck wit’ these n#gg#s, they hoes (Uh-uh)
Why you think we be f#ckin’ they hoes? (Know I’m rich)
Tell ’em that our b#tches fire (Rich, rich, rich, rich)
How you think that I pay for that Rolls? (That Rolls)
I just crept up from the paint, huh
You know that I brought my bros
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