black fortune - katrina lyrics
[intro]
maxx, you should quit producing
all of these n-ggas is frauds
[verse 1]
she wan’ have my baby then leave me
but then say it’s cheaper to keep her (yeah, it’s cheaper to keep her)
i got my dog off the leash, i’m toting a golden retriever (a golden retriever)
i need a lil’ mama mia, lil bitty look just like selena (lil mama mia)
my rollie got caught in a flood, my wrist on hurricane katrina
i be in the jungle, i hang with hyenas
i ain’t going to court, i’m ducking the subpoena
i been sipping on hennessy and margaritas
i’ma catch a body and go straight to korea
and my granny tote choppers, i call her madea
took my gun to the doctor, it got gonorrhea
i keep spinning your bend, b-tch, i’m a ballerina
i been whipping my slime, i got b-tterfingers
had to trap off the beeper
[chorus]
who the f-ck said trap don’t work?
i get a new bag when the trap phone chirp
standing on the block ’til my backbone hurt
if she an opp thot, we gon’ backdoor her
tryna ride my wave, let me show you how to surf
i get it out the dirt, i’ma profit off the earth
if i rockabye baby, then my chopper finna burp
my gun a new boy and he gon’ show you how to jerk
[verse 2]
selling fully automatics, i pray that the police don’t raid me
my mama gon’ work for her kids, my shooters gon’ work for a kd
i must look green as a green bean, this n-gga think he gon’ play me
smuggle the work in the c-rs-at, i am not rocking no baby
huh, huh, my first name start with an m, i’m an m&m
i ran in two houses a day at the minimum
gotta swallow my pride, it was harder than cinnamon
i was broke as sh-t, i had to sleep in a minivan
and my dad in the street, that taught me how to be a man
get hit from the back, she look good, i’ma leave it in
and when blocka died, they put my n-gga on cnn
and my og a blood, you can’t even say c to him
b-tch, i’m off the henny with a semi in the vert
i ain’t gotta lift a finger, i can get a n-gga murked
chopper longer than a chimney, i can put him in the dirt
with his legs in the woods and his face on a shirt
my-my-my-my-my-my money gonna make me crazy
but i still walk around with a pocket full of racists
the plug know me on a first name basis
n-gga, i don’t do c0ke, i let the white girl chase me
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