If I wasn't black
I wouldn't be that strong
Hate us all you want
Life goes on
Before the lights shut down
I couldn't be outta town
We still going for the tour though
I can't f*ck around
Simple bonjour to my old hoes
Wavy like a boat load
With coke in them
Expensive tastes like coach denim
We work out cuz I coach woman
I'm different the way that I approach them
Lounging I'm hosting
Mojitos toasting
Shit ain't sweet on my side
Hey Niggaz pop tart with the toasters
I was forced to be a hustler
Finnesser
Giving life lessons
Trying to lose weights like nutty professor
Early days
Lost like Titanic
Tie to the antics
I need trees and bad bitch
Been in abyss
Down at the ocean
They weren't down with the vision
Acting like pigeons
One In million
Or I should say
One in a billion
I ain't got no ceilings
My attitude like a drop top Benz
Dropped people that's not my friends
I got bigger plans
They all want some
Including your energy
You keep it
Till the next time
You run into me
180 degrees
Hot angles
Black angel
Bi lingual
On point like freckles
I was ashy like ankles
Now I'm shining like sparkles
My swag I can't sprinkle
Niggaz re salty
Don't ask how much it cost me
Everything customs
You a custy
Old niggaz getting dusty
Durban poison smelling musty
Chilling like a frosty night
You niggaz clowns like a Krusty
Putting on a show everyday and night
Am I wrong or right ?
Marc Andre - Lala Tina Lyrics
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If I wasn't black
I wouldn't be that strong
Hate us all you want
Life goes on
Before the lights shut down
I couldn't be outta town
We still going for the tour though
I can't f*ck around
Simple bonjour to my old hoes
Wavy like a boat load
With coke in them
Expensive tastes like coach denim
We work out cuz I coach woman
I'm different the way that I approach them
Lounging I'm hosting
Mojitos toasting
Shit ain't sweet on my side
Hey Niggaz pop tart with the toasters
I was forced to be a hustler
Finnesser
Giving life lessons
Trying to lose weights like nutty professor
Early days
Lost like Titanic
Tie to the antics
I need trees and bad bitch
Been in abyss
Down at the ocean
They weren't down with the vision
Acting like pigeons
One In million
Or I should say
One in a billion
I ain't got no ceilings
My attitude like a drop top Benz
Dropped people that's not my friends
I got bigger plans
They all want some
Including your energy
You keep it
Till the next time
You run into me
180 degrees
Hot angles
Black angel
Bi lingual
On point like freckles
I was ashy like ankles
Now I'm shining like sparkles
My swag I can't sprinkle
Niggaz re salty
Don't ask how much it cost me
Everything customs
You a custy
Old niggaz getting dusty
Durban poison smelling musty
Chilling like a frosty night
You niggaz clowns like a Krusty
Putting on a show everyday and night
Am I wrong or right ?
I wouldn't be that strong
Hate us all you want
Life goes on
Before the lights shut down
I couldn't be outta town
We still going for the tour though
I can't f*ck around
Simple bonjour to my old hoes
Wavy like a boat load
With coke in them
Expensive tastes like coach denim
We work out cuz I coach woman
I'm different the way that I approach them
Lounging I'm hosting
Mojitos toasting
Shit ain't sweet on my side
Hey Niggaz pop tart with the toasters
I was forced to be a hustler
Finnesser
Giving life lessons
Trying to lose weights like nutty professor
Early days
Lost like Titanic
Tie to the antics
I need trees and bad bitch
Been in abyss
Down at the ocean
They weren't down with the vision
Acting like pigeons
One In million
Or I should say
One in a billion
I ain't got no ceilings
My attitude like a drop top Benz
Dropped people that's not my friends
I got bigger plans
They all want some
Including your energy
You keep it
Till the next time
You run into me
180 degrees
Hot angles
Black angel
Bi lingual
On point like freckles
I was ashy like ankles
Now I'm shining like sparkles
My swag I can't sprinkle
Niggaz re salty
Don't ask how much it cost me
Everything customs
You a custy
Old niggaz getting dusty
Durban poison smelling musty
Chilling like a frosty night
You niggaz clowns like a Krusty
Putting on a show everyday and night
Am I wrong or right ?
Writer: Marc Andre
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