Black Mask Songtext
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Featuring Push
[Hook x2]
Black hearts for these hoes
Black roses for my foes
Black glock nigga black mask
And fast money never slow down
[Verse 1]
I'm on shine trying to make a buck
[Hook x2]
Black hearts for these hoes
Black roses for my foes
Black glock nigga black mask
And fast money never slow down
[Verse 1]
I'm on shine trying to make a buck
Tryin' to get it to where all my fingers paper cut
Cashed out sixty five still ain't make enough
My other strip did five still ain't make enough
I need all my niggers paper done
So I hussle like the twelve men to make the cut
These perm niggas all these dudes fake as fuck
I say what's quacking and I have 'em duct tape em up
He was napping time to wake 'em up
Get the baggage now it's time to break 'em up
Line you up real nice got your taper duck
We 'bout to bust like soda when it shaken up
Lil roman what you read in
Big chrome I got you turn your T shirts spaghetti
That 50cal I'm the new 50 now
Stand up nigga Jesus Christ got you sitting down,clown
[Hook x2]
Black hearts for these hoes
Black roses for my foes
Black glock nigga black mask And fast money never slow down
[Verse 2]
They say money is the root of evil
It's the love of money it does something to people
And all men were created fucking equal
'Cause where I'm from if you're a pussy you don't eat dude
'Specially living life illegal
If you ain't gotta ride homie you be seat through
In a split second boy you see the fire flight
Make the wrong decision chump you might die tonight
But real on my life they don't call me a rapper
They say I play foul so they call me a hacker
Or them niggers from 4chan with 2 chains
Or 2pac with 2 glocks and Bruce Wayne
And 2 canes with the rebirth of the great
Christopher Wallace back with a new frame, new flame
Hot the truth main
Get back and braaack nigga roof stain
[Hook x2]
Black hearts for these hoes
Black roses for my foes
Black glock nigga black mask
And fast money never slow down
Cashed out sixty five still ain't make enough
My other strip did five still ain't make enough
I need all my niggers paper done
So I hussle like the twelve men to make the cut
These perm niggas all these dudes fake as fuck
I say what's quacking and I have 'em duct tape em up
He was napping time to wake 'em up
Get the baggage now it's time to break 'em up
Line you up real nice got your taper duck
We 'bout to bust like soda when it shaken up
Lil roman what you read in
Big chrome I got you turn your T shirts spaghetti
That 50cal I'm the new 50 now
Stand up nigga Jesus Christ got you sitting down,clown
[Hook x2]
Black hearts for these hoes
Black roses for my foes
Black glock nigga black mask And fast money never slow down
[Verse 2]
They say money is the root of evil
It's the love of money it does something to people
And all men were created fucking equal
'Cause where I'm from if you're a pussy you don't eat dude
'Specially living life illegal
If you ain't gotta ride homie you be seat through
In a split second boy you see the fire flight
Make the wrong decision chump you might die tonight
But real on my life they don't call me a rapper
They say I play foul so they call me a hacker
Or them niggers from 4chan with 2 chains
Or 2pac with 2 glocks and Bruce Wayne
And 2 canes with the rebirth of the great
Christopher Wallace back with a new frame, new flame
Hot the truth main
Get back and braaack nigga roof stain
[Hook x2]
Black hearts for these hoes
Black roses for my foes
Black glock nigga black mask
And fast money never slow down
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