Black Bag

[songsfrmtheleft]

Written to "Black and Yellow" by Wiz Khalifa

Black bag, high yellow dame/
Head back I'm in her mouth, novacaine
Then I throw it deep like I shoulder slang/
pigskin in the league, put that down and let me do my thing
Yeah, I don't know exactly who you heard it from/
But the way she give it all, I bet she super dumb
Aint no way that with brain as good as that/
That her mind don't fucking look like pudding on the rack
Matter of fact, let me run that back/
And when I'm finished you can run and tel dat, run and tel that
I'm so high on life can't describe where my head at/
Like I've been sniffing paint no lead in that
I'm sure I don't want no lead in my skull/
You don't either, so make sure I'm paid in full
Mhmm, you know how the deal go/
And don't be acting stupid when you munchin on my steel toe
Stay lucid I want you to talk me through it/
Serial kill this pussy, I'm dexter but the hoes never knew it
What you want from me, that's what I yell inside/
When they say we want your soul, I scream you aint never lied
But hold that thought, I wanna say I never cry/
Yeah she laid me down smooth, but then forgot the lullabye
So now I'm up late/
Wondering if these famous niggas ever suffer the same fate
I guess not this should be a piece of cake/
When I spit I'm just trying to raise the murder rate
Honestly I don't know what else to say/
girls asking why you up late
I say I'm just grinding...slaving/
Trying to get my lines right, and then get to paving
My road to success, I don't know which I like best/
writing stuff I feel, or teaching how to invest
Wisely, I think she like me/
Oh that's your girl, no wonder u tried to fight me
It aint my fault you aint lay the pipe right/
home crumbling, I'm edgar allen when I'm out at night