Texty:
Black Lips Dirty Hands

really wanna to hold my dirty hands Do you really wanna to hold my dirty hands Do you really wanna to hold my dirty hands Do you really wanna to hold my dirty hands

bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no poppin' a trunk But if I pop the trunk, it's to hand you

one black napsacks, black weed Black Friday, nigga, black fistes Black misses, Onyx, black misonic Black tonic, black marble, ask Arnold Black bombers, with black linen, repent black

babe (baby) It ain't nothin like the real thing Ahhhh Can you see me In a red thong Red pump heals Nothing else on Oil on my legs Cherry red lips Black

a girl who was sad wanted me to be her dad and I met her breaking glass damn I left her pretty fast lost a girl with the legs she had super dirty ways

've been wearin' this same ol' cowboy hat So long you can't tell, it used to be black It's worn and torn and faded like these jeans I'm in These dirty

Black rotting blood invades my ailing flesh Destroys and burns me down alive Elcerated lips stinking of death Excommunicated creators of mine Blasphemous

stroke different, after hours ya Phil Drummond Peel lemons and put 'em in bitches Coronas Hopin' bitches will bone us, throw they lips on my shoulder Where all my dirty

bullets thump when I'm laced in some fly shit, punk The baby nine be on the daily, ain't no poppin' a trunk But if I pop the trunk, it's to hand you