Black House Songtext
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Black House Songtext
Went AP, nigga, went Skelly (Skelly)
You toast, lil′ nigga, no jelly (no jelly)
I'm in all black, bitch, like Belly (shh)
We just posted in front of that deli
Don′t step on my Ricks like Nelly (yeah)
Don't step on my motherfuckin' J′s
She fiend for the D like a J (J)
I just flooded her neck, okay (okay)
I just flooded the ho today (okay)
I just flooded her hole today (haha)
Real sick, I′ma cum on her face (ha)
Ridin' ′round with the drum on a K (I'm sick)
She sexy, I′m lovin' it, bae (baow)
She text me, I′m dubbin' it, bae (yeah)
We gon' pull up in a Cutlass, he ready to dump it
He don′t give a fuck what you say (what you say, yeah)
We gon′ pop out and he em', he don′t care 'bout nothin′ (yeah)
He ready to up his rake (grrah)
I put him on the thick hos (thick hos)
Run up a bag, and we Rick hos (Rick hos)
Been in the stu' for three days, I don′t switch clothes (yeah)
With the bros, yeah, and we switch hos (yeah)
Don't play with the fire, we go switch mode (yeah)
Smoke dope, drive fast, lil' bitch, Gran Turismo (uh)
Shawty pussy pretty pink, Pepto-Bismol
Yeah, rich slime, rich slatt shit (rich slime)
Rich slime, rich slatt shit (yeah, fah)
Rich slime, rich slatt shit (yeah, slatt)
Went AP, nigga, went Skelly (Skelly)
You toast, lil′ nigga, no jelly (no jelly)
I′m in all black, bitch, like Belly (shh)
We just posted in front of that deli (yeah)
Don't step on my Ricks like Nelly (yeah)
Don′t step on my motherfuckin' J′s (rich slime)
She fiend for the D like a J (J)
I just flooded her neck, okay (okay)
Hm-hm, hm-hm, 15-seater, but this ain't a limo
Huh, huh, huh (brrt), big body Maybach truck and it built like Lizzo (fat as hell)
They like, "How the youngin′ came from Florida? He steady keepin' his wrist cold" (burr)
I'm in the trap with a big bone, brown Maybach off a bean like pinto
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, he the same color my bitch
I′m in here off dope in the mix
Shootin′ off my two opp off glitch (frrt)
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, all that talkin', that′s why he missin' (brrt)
Two-tone diamonds, she like how they glisten
Pussy okay, but I like how you listen
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, we countin′ our dead presidents out the black house
Big bro doin' fed time, ′bout ten years 'til he gettin' out
Trapped out on the porch, me and bro talmbout how we gettin′ out
E′rybody gotta die one day, pussy, what you actin' scary ′bout? (Yeah)
Slidin' when we get the whereabouts
Stop doin′ all that cryin', big bro died, y′all was runnin' y'all mouth, huh
Yeah, uh-huh, she 23, I bought her parents out
Yeah, she keep on sayin′ I′m lyin', doin′ that cryin', I′m finna air her out (come here), hah
Went AP, nigga, went Skelly (Skelly)
You toast, lil' nigga, no jelly (no jelly)
I′m in all black, bitch, like Belly (shh)
We just posted in front of that deli (yeah)
Don't step on my Ricks like Nelly (yeah)
Don't step on my motherfuckin′ J′s
She fiend for the D like a J (J)
I just flooded her neck, okay (okay, what you cookin'?)
You toast, lil′ nigga, no jelly (no jelly)
I'm in all black, bitch, like Belly (shh)
We just posted in front of that deli
Don′t step on my Ricks like Nelly (yeah)
Don't step on my motherfuckin' J′s
She fiend for the D like a J (J)
I just flooded her neck, okay (okay)
I just flooded the ho today (okay)
I just flooded her hole today (haha)
Real sick, I′ma cum on her face (ha)
Ridin' ′round with the drum on a K (I'm sick)
She sexy, I′m lovin' it, bae (baow)
She text me, I′m dubbin' it, bae (yeah)
We gon' pull up in a Cutlass, he ready to dump it
He don′t give a fuck what you say (what you say, yeah)
We gon′ pop out and he em', he don′t care 'bout nothin′ (yeah)
He ready to up his rake (grrah)
I put him on the thick hos (thick hos)
Run up a bag, and we Rick hos (Rick hos)
Been in the stu' for three days, I don′t switch clothes (yeah)
With the bros, yeah, and we switch hos (yeah)
Don't play with the fire, we go switch mode (yeah)
Smoke dope, drive fast, lil' bitch, Gran Turismo (uh)
Shawty pussy pretty pink, Pepto-Bismol
Yeah, rich slime, rich slatt shit (rich slime)
Rich slime, rich slatt shit (yeah, fah)
Rich slime, rich slatt shit (yeah, slatt)
Went AP, nigga, went Skelly (Skelly)
You toast, lil′ nigga, no jelly (no jelly)
I′m in all black, bitch, like Belly (shh)
We just posted in front of that deli (yeah)
Don't step on my Ricks like Nelly (yeah)
Don′t step on my motherfuckin' J′s (rich slime)
She fiend for the D like a J (J)
I just flooded her neck, okay (okay)
Hm-hm, hm-hm, 15-seater, but this ain't a limo
Huh, huh, huh (brrt), big body Maybach truck and it built like Lizzo (fat as hell)
They like, "How the youngin′ came from Florida? He steady keepin' his wrist cold" (burr)
I'm in the trap with a big bone, brown Maybach off a bean like pinto
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, he the same color my bitch
I′m in here off dope in the mix
Shootin′ off my two opp off glitch (frrt)
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, all that talkin', that′s why he missin' (brrt)
Two-tone diamonds, she like how they glisten
Pussy okay, but I like how you listen
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, we countin′ our dead presidents out the black house
Big bro doin' fed time, ′bout ten years 'til he gettin' out
Trapped out on the porch, me and bro talmbout how we gettin′ out
E′rybody gotta die one day, pussy, what you actin' scary ′bout? (Yeah)
Slidin' when we get the whereabouts
Stop doin′ all that cryin', big bro died, y′all was runnin' y'all mouth, huh
Yeah, uh-huh, she 23, I bought her parents out
Yeah, she keep on sayin′ I′m lyin', doin′ that cryin', I′m finna air her out (come here), hah
Went AP, nigga, went Skelly (Skelly)
You toast, lil' nigga, no jelly (no jelly)
I′m in all black, bitch, like Belly (shh)
We just posted in front of that deli (yeah)
Don't step on my Ricks like Nelly (yeah)
Don't step on my motherfuckin′ J′s
She fiend for the D like a J (J)
I just flooded her neck, okay (okay, what you cookin'?)
Writer(s): Miles Spiel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

