Текст песни Ab-Soul - Black Lip Bastard (Remix) (Feat. Black Hippy)

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Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Ab-Soul
Альбом: Control System
Длительность: 05:49
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[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Black lip bastard, pass me your password 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,and a pebble hour bitch stand the rain Look inside my parking garage and see a collage Of every person I despise since the moment I turned 5 Calculate my steps and strategically took my time Even falling off, I land on the ass of Nicki Minaj Eat that pink pussy like it's Friday Bust one, Roman Reload, then smoke to Sade And somebody tell Rihanna too I need that vagina too Don't fucking take me for some kind of fool I'm kinda the reminder of knowin' Compton ain't kinda cool Good kid, mad city, mountaintops couldn't see my views Counter-tops, we hop over, hit the register then we move I hope this shit can register on a regular soon Before I climb this pedestal and make you catch my fucking stool bitch K.Dot, leave 'em grieving on evening news Even when society break even, I'll break rules [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] I told niggas, car wrecked, and then I towed niggas Fold niggas like clothes and drawers nigga Homie chose to go toe-to-toe, I had to break his leg Like a cliche to rock a show, is that over your head? Niggas stretchin' the truth like they choose to do yoga instead Either that or that or they depressed, eatin' yogurt in bed Solar system, grab a space shuttle and stay subtle The bass bit the bait, I'm straight, you a gay couple I ain't thirsty for the deal, wait and make em' pay double Anxious when I'm banking on the table I need a muzzle You're basic like cable to a satellite dish You was runnin' LA, now you out of there like Fish What more can I say? I'm a bastard with black lips Black shirt, black shades, long black dick I'm awkward dog, I'm trynna bargain shop at Saks Fifth Swung two axes and knocked the Earth off axis [Verse 3: Schoolboy Q] Figg side, black nine, black lips, smoke time Fuck this rap shit I'm actin Suckin' on titties since I was 8 Hoodie with my shades I ain't trynna be fake So don't be talking to me pussy Runnin' your gums like you be loc'ing When the world know that you're nookie Rookie, softer than if you fabric I won't have it, when the gun drawn get rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tatted Know my niggas movin' You hesitatin' to hit the lick, what the fuck is you doin' [Verse 4: Ab-Soul] Perpetratin', bitches poppin' percocet and percolatin' 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 sex Soul brother number 1+1, gettin' fed like where drugs and guns come from [Verse 5: Jay Rock] All we do is do it, shittin' on the competition Taking heads off, this Hannibal Lecter music You niggas don't move me, you niggas just movies Cut straight to them credits and hit you with a uzi Peel off in a dooney, truck bed full of toolies Get home, smoke, and poke on some coochie I'm just fuckin' around, enough with them fairy tales But I bust heads for real, go head -- I'm Jay Rock, you norm' niggas beneath me How you gon' dance with the devil, with two left feet? Peep, thinkin' you sweet but you weak Talkin 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 nigga, I'm not goliath Feel the wrath of this titan, hit some water call it Poseidon Wig out, then hit your ass with a trident Money on the table my nigga, you know I'm all in If rap was a drink, you wine nigga, I'm all gin Hunnit' proof, recruit a hunnit' troops who love to shoot No fluke my nigga, you know that's what us hunters d
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