Kanary Diamonds - Black Out lyrics

rate me

Hey, look

Queen of the broken state, west coast heavy weight

I don’t even hoo, but the lady ball eryday

Eryday, I get mine, mind over erything

Married to the game, I ain’t talking bout no wedding ring

Wedding ring, that’s that? single like a dollar bill

Dollar bill get me hot, hot like the sun I feel

Feel what I’m talking bout

What I’m talking is real

Real recognize real,

So how the fuck you got a deal?

Now you got them doing me,

Me is who they talk about

Tearing down your girls like I’m bring Derek ...

Out with the old shit, in with the new deal

All in my zone, I ain’t talking bout the 23

23 is the number, that’s the number on my head

23 million unit g, ... bitch 23

That’s the number I can get you for them bricks

I can hook it up for you, how many you tryina get

Flow is dope, I’m selling dope,

I’m hella dope, you better know,

For bitch I got a better flow

I’m on ahead so let them know

Where she at, where she at?

Let her know I’m looking for her, looking for

Looking for her, ...got it whooping for her

I ain’t got time, check my tone

Way out here was on my own

It’s only one me but a whole lot of ...

Tryina be me, you will never get on

It’s ...you will never get on

When you hear me, girl you better get gone

Better, better, better, better get gone

Don’t come here I run this here

Look at the numbers I did done this years

I don’t give a fuck, no more, get dope

Why don’t you ever bring your ass around here?

Bass, treble, these hootchies stay in doubles

That thang come in doubles...

Think you so fly, I can touch you up with that mac up in the ruble

Have you surrounded like a hot dog ass bitch

Shadow look at me, yes it’s clear

I’m the bad bitch of the year

This one that one, uh, mmm yeh, yeah

Everyone after here,

Everyone after her, probably your man too

Fine as hell but would be ugly

Think I want, girl boo, girl boo

Tell me who the hell are you

In every dime is run this town

I gotta check what ...proof

Honey, winning’s what I do

Hoe my mercy I’m the truth

Paul Pearce up in the booth

When I ball I gotta shoot,

Shots fired, man down

I’m the best hands down

Tell them hoes stand down, yeah.