Testi:
Black Lips Bad Kids

Bad kids all my friends are bad kids product of no dad kids kids like you and me Bad kids aint no college grad kids livin life out on the skids kids

from Haddeys-herb Missi-hempie) I like the girls (a man check out this song we used to sing when we was little kids right) My girl got two big lips Taste

, less than an hour's nap Woke up in a cave on the top of Mount Arafat Blood on the tarot pack, the power black Street mystic get you twisted with your

mere setback Hear when I'm here, Earn wit a clear conscience in the middle of the jet black I'm a dog, running through the jungle Wit a hoodie and black

Dray, Books] Yo I'm back, black, heavens-to-Betsy, time to get deuce I take a bite outta crime, wash it down with some juice I'm not the new kids, but

and dimes You see it in my rhymes frequently, when every other line There's the reference, the understood preference is that I'm biased To black shh, black

s the leg growing out my neck But don't jet baby, heh, not yet I'm popping in like a pound of lead Black n blue, his next roll and drop me on my head

saw his face on a milk carton? [Zev Love X] Tricky tricky, must be part of the "Gas Face" series The same one who started black cat bad luck theories

t wanna look in my eye, fool! My lyrics see people dat cry, fool! You'll see black and white Like a black tie ball, so - [ALL:] YOU DON'T WANNA F*CK