Texty:
Black Lips Step Right Up

Step right up get it line No admission free this time About see some truth at hand In just a moment you?ll understand Maybe you missed it the first time

on the asphalt Finally I recognize the face of my hibachi dealer Who takes off his prosthetic lips and tells me Everything you know is wrong Black is white, up

' at me from the sideline like you intend to step Fuck the battlin', it's World War four, I mean the red form No need to crowd, the name is aroused up

sit down in my seat, 2C She approach officially talking about, excuse me Her lips curl up into a tight space She don't believe that I'm in the right place

up, get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up Sit back down!

do construction, you pack up your whole production Your lips are ready, your girl has a nice suction Pack her bags pack her bags pack her bags right

six with ice grill and diamond lips/ So boy im about to pull out my wrist, now watch your step, my paint drips/ I'm dueced up in Seirra Mist, my bass

hats Paparazzi flash, that nigga L up in the back Three quarter mink, platinum armor, flashin major stacks I step up, you step back Crucify ya, execution other men The lips

What up, ay shawty what it is What up, ay shawty what it is What up, ay shawty what it is Little buddy what you on, some violent shit Two steppin' laid