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black hippy - black lip bastard lyrics

this what you really want, huh
turn me up, ali

i know your image of me
is what i hope to be

black lip b-st-rd, p-ss me your p-ssword
so i can hack inside your brain, see i, too, have gone insane
before i fall, i’m sure to curse you all in jesus’ name
lead shower, anna peebles hour, b-tch, stand the rain

look inside my parking garage and see a collage
of every person i despise since the moment i turned five
calculate my steps and strategically took my time
even falling off, i land on the -ss of nicki minaj (so soft)
eat that pink p-ssy like it’s friday
bust one, roman reload, then smoke to sade
and somebody tell rihanna too
i need that v-g-n- too (hey baby)
don’t f-cking take me for some kind of fool
i’m kinda the reminder of knowing compton ain’t kinda cool
good kid, mad city, mountaintops couldn’t see my views
countertops, we hop over, hit the register, then we move
i hope this sh-t can register on a regular soon
before i climb this pedestal and make you catch my f-cking stool, b-tch
k.dot, leave ’em grieving on evening news
even when society break even, i’ll break rules

i told n-gg-s, caught wrecked, then i towed n-gg-s
fold n-gg-s like clothes and drawers, n-gg-
homie chose to go toe-to-toe, i had to break his leg
like a cliché to rock a show, is that over your head?
n-gg-s stretching the truth like they choose to do yoga instead
either that or that or they depressed, eating yogurt in bed
solar system, grab a sp-ce shuttle and stay subtle
the b-ss bit the bait, i’m straight, you a gay couple
i ain’t thirsty for the deal, way to make ’em pay double
anxious when the bacon on the table, i need a muzzle
you’re basic like cable to a satellite dish
you was running l.a., now you out of there like fish
what more can i say? i’m a b-st-rd with black lips
black shirt, black shades, long black d-ck
i’m awkward, dog, i’m tryna bargain shop at saks fifth
swung two axes and knocked the earth off axis’ -ss

figg side, black nine, black lips, smoke time
f-ck this rap sh-t, i’m active
sucking on t-tties since i was eight
hoodie with my shades, i ain’t tryna be fake
so don’t be talking to me, p-ssy
running your gums like you be loc’ing
when the world know that you’re nookie
rookie, softer than infant fabric
i won’t have it, when the gun drawn, get rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tatted
know my n-gg-s moving
you hesitating to hit the lick, what the f-ck is you doing?

perpetrating, b-tches popping percocet and percolating
freelance for god, but do the work of satan, whatever works
i’m clever with the words, if you haven’t noticed yet
lightyears ahead, i’m bright and i like to get oral s-x
soul brother number 1+1, getting fed like where drugs and guns come from

all we do is do it, sh-tting on the compet-tion
taking heads off, this hannibal lecter music
you n-gg-s don’t move me, you n-gg-s just movies
cut straight to them credits and hit you wit’ a uzi
peel off in a dullies, truck bed full of toolies
get home, smoke, poke on some coochie
i’m just f-cking around, enough with them fairy tales
but i bust heads for real, go head
i’m jay rock, you lil n-gg-s beneath me
how you gon’ dance with the devil with two left feet?
peep, thinking you sweet, but you weak
talking out of turn’ll leave all of your teeth in the street
momma taught you better, never clash with a giant
unless you david, remember, my n-gg-, i’m not goliath
feel the wrath of this t-tan, hit some water, call it poseidon
wig out, then hit your -ss with a trident
money on the table, my n-gg-, you know i’m all in
if rap was a drink, you wine, n-gg-, i’m all gin
hunnit proof, recruit a hunnit troops who love to shoot
no fluke, my n-gg-, you know that’s what us hunters do
east side up, watt city mayhem
choppers, they spraying from a.m. to p.m
i’m the silent -ss-ssin of the four-headed dragon
black hippy blasting a .50 out the back of the benz wagon
toe-tagging wack rappers off g.p
you can’t see me, your vision ain’t 3d
you smoking on that seaweed, we rolling up that kiwi
in the backwood lighting, we high for like three weeks
you paying for that p-ssy, but we always get freebies
top dawg that ho and throw it like a frisbee, it’s history
you know the night and day is ours
top dawg conglomerate, hiii power, b-tch!

is this what y’all really want?
this black hippy sh-t what y’all really want?
when i’m in interviews, don’t ask me ’bout no crews
no posses, no cliques, don’t tell me who’s gettin’ it
i don’t give a f-ck, n-gg-
i just paid– i just paid six figures in taxes, n-gg-
i’m rich daily, on some independent sh-t
uncle sam talking ’bout [?]
i’m like “n-gg-, f-ck you!”
k-dot said it, not kendrick
ab-soul got us stuck on the planet, n-gg-
t.d.e., solar system, control system, bee-otch!

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