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letra de black girl - ché noir

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(intro: sample, rapsody, & ché noir)

black pearl

precious little girl

(shea b-tter queen, baby)

let me put you up (uh huh, yeah) where you belong

(hm)

but listen…

(verse i: ché noir)

yeah

got a clip in my shoes

waiting to grip if i lose patience

i riddled on loops playing
the b-lls in my court

i triple the hoops, racing

put yourself in my shoes

you gon trip over shoelaces

draw comparisons, but i erased what you drew with that pencil

my haters was my close friends that knew my potential

mistakes gave me common sense, but in school it was mental

never underestimate a student with info

keep a cup in my hand like i’m itching for loose change

my life is an open book, every sentence, true pain

from a hood where the kids got avengers like crusades

keep hair triggers for n-ggas that slipping like loose braids

say god come right on time, the devil making you late
i know it’s a cost for my sin’s but can i pay you in grace?

for my n-ggas, i ride for you, if you say you my ace

so that means i love who you love, but also hate who you hate

(come on)

either live to be rich or you die when you poor

n-ggas left me at my worst, tried to f-ck up my vision

cause love is blind in the eye of the storm

i went to war by myself and i’ma fight til i’m sore

used to shop on a budget

got shoes from payless

attention comes at a price

went to school just to pay less

it ain’t payoff
this sh-t left me laid off

now every time i rap, i turn this sh-t to a graveyard

ché, n-gga

(verse ii: rapsody)

i barehanded em deaf

they brad pitt

legends of the fall

i press b-ttons, they won’t call my name

sang to em like prince

call my name if you feeling froggy

in my lane, vince carter playing kriss kross

lyrically, who want fist off?

that goes for everybody

n-gga, get your head busted

send yo body back to yo momma like ricky

i make blood baths

how do you blood b-tches

b-tch, huh?

in a graveyard, i shed tears for my n-ggas

pourin liquor so much now i walk different

the ground tipsy, leanin

my n-ggas drinking

it’s like the world’s an even even

we’re throwing eve in

(sheesh)

all i make is classic sh-t

been bar for bar with every n-gga that you worshipin

cole, thought, wayne, soul, k.r.i.t., king kendrick

them n-ggas all respect me

the rest of y’all timid, lil scared lil b-tches

6ds, i’m new york watching “martin”

award shows advertising, n-gga i’m not watching

cause i don’t see the culture that they proclaim to be supporting

harmony is lacking, wait for talent to fall back in

n-ggas acting xl when n-ggas haven’t excelled

that sh-t weirdo, huh?

robert de niro in a taxi

the ending depending on my compassion

cause right now, my minds on blasting b-tches

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