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Xavier Wulf

All Black Who Is That

 

All Black Who Is That

(album: The Wolf Gang's Rodolphe - 2012)


[Ethelwulf:]
Off the tip, bruh, you feel me?
Straight up with this funk shit
Know what I'm sayin'? It's like 1995
Know what I'm sayin'? It's like 1997

Nigga pour me up ten cups, I don't give a fuck
I can't get enough, I'mma smoke 'til I'm choking up
Loc'd out, what's up? Bad bitch, ass up
I show no love but I will give hugs if I want to fuck
All black, who is that? All black, on the gat
All black, all that blah! where the goons snatch
Nigga get played but he'll lay when I spray
Let's just say he went on to a better place
I'm coming now, you should be running
If I got the 40, then I'm about to clean a face
I'm made to be this way, you see, somewhere ain't a fear for me
I'm proud to be a trilla G, blowing like the wind I be
Rolling like the dices be, colder than Seattle seas
I'm coming at you for your junk, you see
Raiders in this bitch with me
Fuck with me and the blood you'll see
All over your chest, nigga, R.I.P
All my P's and OG G's come and take a ride with me
A trilogy of trilla be in the funk, I spit so clean
I'm in a Supreme with a beam
Bullet hole with 'em, his sight is so clean

I'm posted in the streets looking for a feast
I got the piece and we coming for your damn tree
Low-key as a bitch, nigga yeah, it's me
Can't you tell? Hell no, you on ultra-creep
Crunk as hell with the set in the motel
Call the room service lady, freak on her as well
Hit the waffle house late, I mean late as hell
Make 'em cook up everything, then we fucking bail
I'm that nigga with your bitch all under a spell
Make her do what I want, I just have to tell
What you know about me? Nigga, go to hell
You can tell that I'm short of a brain cell
And I'm quick with the clip full of hollow shells
If it comes down to it, I will make you tell
On the ground, young nigga, and don't make a sound
I'm a trill ass nigga holding Memphis down
Bitch!

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