Letras:
Black Lips Old Man

Hey old man, say, whatcha say Have ya got some information? I'm far away, just way out here And I need a destination I cannot find what I want With

alive Propose a loaf timber reflexing gold As long as I look good when I'm old Facade of fascist, bravado elliptical The smell of colin in black boxers

passenger, swag low I build you up, knees we can stand you up, red lips, red dress, like em like a fire truck, What you need, you can have that, my black

Is Cold Like That Of A Man Of Seventy Some Years Old And It Only Gets Colder Which Is Why I Understand And Cant Be Mad At A Forty Four Year Old Fan

trail All because I'm falling for A curly-headed dark-eyed girl Who's a-gonna stroke your cold black hair And sandy colored skin Who's a-gonna kiss your Menphis lips

till her nose bleed Even if your new man's a certified mack You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that old thing back Oh Biggie gimme one more chance

m?¦nage What you love blower hard Let's get it cracking money I love to stack my money You will love to jack my money I love to clap-clap and black-black

hoodie-hood-hood Takin' the whole thing like I knew she could Pimp who? Baby, you sexy, scratch my back Bite my lips, just like that Baby, you sexy, scratch my back Bite my lips

Phone dialed and rings * [1] He-LLO? [2] Yo who dis? [1] Yo this [edited] [2] Yo whattup man? [1] Yo whassup dude? [2] This is the Black Ill [1] Oh whassup