**** Full **** of **** that's really weight While my workers foldin', now that's really cake Give it right back to 'em, watch it regenerate I'm a degenerate black
sexy ladies Show out Now I am, I am Trina, Trina 2010 Yeah, I'm showing out Shawty shut it down, she step on the block Make me wanna reach into my pocket
click then you done with [Gangsta Blac] gotta keep my head up no need for me to stop it get stuck so ruck wit luck as to rollin because Gansta Blac
I past Bitches ask, "Who the fuck was that?" Girl thats Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire 17 inch momos black magic on his tires Crushed out stoned
yeah M-o-e gotta bring my partna in yeah that Pokey hes comin out that Southside, yeah the Stone you know he's comin through with a pocket full of chrome
Like A Holocaust I Drop It About My Pocket And I Don't Know What The Hell It Cost See It's Hilarious, I Cracks Myself Up I Sell Out In The Stars While
stars, a trip to Mars I can get us there from where we are So don't trip I got a giant rocket Gliding through, just hittin' your pocket Sex planet,
I got a fresh tattoo of a broken heart You'd think I'd learn by now but I ain't that smart Got a pocket full of nothing, a head full of lukewarm beer.
parading We are the universe We are the universe I'm a black hole majesty The big bang fertility Life begins when cells divide And my womb is full of
shit Yo, let's stop fakin' and be real now I got a room and a hard on, still down? Met ya standin' at a bar full of black dudes Said, ya wanna see my
think you're getting your nots Forgetting black man attacks man's upsetting and sweating ya pops Ringing the bell, ringing 'em hell I'm telling them facts, black
shit. Yo, let's stop fakin and be real now. I got a room and a hard on. Still down? Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes. Said ya wanna see my
G. G's and ballers like HSE If I'm chillin with a girl you got to be star Sippin white cup it got to be the bar Blue black and red don't touch my car
full of gold Rich ass nigga with a mouth full of gold Rich ass nigga with a mouth full of gold With a mouth full of gold, with a mouth full of gold
P-A-T One hundred, yeah, that's me If you don't recognize, you gon' see I'm a straight-up trill OG In a black-on-black-on-black Cadillac, like a Mack
the fuck up Now nigga what Ridin' down the wrong way down a one way on a Sunday With a A.K., with the base hay, wildin' out, wildin' out boy With a pocket full
On who gonna invite the hoes that make the party valid 'Cuz we don't need a whole crib full of dudes again And here come the police with them big black
you familiar to Don't talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin' Black Christmas