Dear Dani
Why is it black girls
Always gotta explain
Everything
I'm talking 4C to 4A
I'm talking cappuccino
To ebony
I'm talking thick lip
Wide bridges
4B
If you know
Then you can sing along
Yellowbone that's what he want
Wack bitches always talking
About their fucking tone
Bragging, boasting
About these
Broken nigga's preference
And I'd be sad to be that broken
Poor thing
Dani first
Carry her off in a hearse
Just like she did us with her verse
No fear you heard it first
Look like your time is near
And I'm the chosen one to handle it
Talentless bitches
Sick of the rambling
Fuck all the pleasantries
Fuck it, I'm gambling
High yellow ass in the house
Like this is Birmingham
Drinking Brugal
With your master and
Telling the cotton pickers
They hating
With your master plan
Picking which side benefits you best
I'll always know my worth
You could never make me less
How you bragging about
Being a side boo
Your nigga calling you all types of
Bitches and hos in his songs too
Think he respect you cause of your tone
Then you a fool
His children are brown
Simmered honey
He'll see the truth
And when he leaves your ass
All there'll be is fucking you
All of your broken self esteem
Incurable
What she want
Yves and Saint Laurent
To fix her broken heart
Oo these bitches sorry
Sodium, they salty
Studying out blueprint
But your execution's
Fucking faulty
Lucky lucky
Swear these bitches lucky
If I was signed and she heard this
Then she would fucking duck me
Charlamagne tha God
Or Patchy the pirate
Must be sad to fight for those
Who watch you die in silence
Fighting fighting
Why do we stay on the line when
They say we're angry
If we're not silent
What she do
She ain't mean no harm
Beyonce did the same thing
There was no swarm
I'm sorry did they
Just compare her to Beyonce
Yeah, I'm not even addressing that
You know what
This is why Beyonce don't go
On the fucking breakfast club
Why is it black girls
Always gotta explain
Everything
I'm talking 4C to 4A
I'm talking cappuccino to ebony
I'm talking thick lip
Wide bridges
4B
If you know
Then you can sing along
Listen Da Baby
I ain't even being shady
You know we know you go crazy
Gotta say I'm disappointed lately
Supposed to be leading the way
My nigga you got shit to say
Pac said they'll give you the tools
To dig your own self to the grave
And your bitches they all in the way
The south got something to say
Nigga what about all your pain
Fuck all the cheddar you gained
What about your children
What do you think they would say
This woman demeaned their mama
This woman demeaned your mama
This woman demeaned your partners
The one's, God bless, in the grave
If that shit came out
Of a white girl's mouth
Would you have something to say
Surely there's someone you pay
To keep drama out the way
My nigga this ain't no scandal
This is how they make us fade
Billion dollar entertainment
An army of niggas that's famous
Use your platform for truth
Use your voices for us
For the thug niggas
And the drug niggas
And the ones that's floating above
You know what to do
Go on and speak your truth
Just be you
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
Of explaining this shit, oh
And this'll be the last time
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
And I'm sick of these talentless bitches
Trying to tell us what's what
Always gotta explain
Everything
I'm talking 4C to 4A
I'm talking cappuccino
To ebony
I'm talking thick lip
Wide bridges
4B
If you know
Then you can sing along
Yellowbone that's what he want
Wack bitches always talking
About their fucking tone
Bragging, boasting
About these
Broken nigga's preference
And I'd be sad to be that broken
Poor thing
Dani first
Carry her off in a hearse
Just like she did us with her verse
No fear you heard it first
Look like your time is near
And I'm the chosen one to handle it
Talentless bitches
Sick of the rambling
Fuck all the pleasantries
Fuck it, I'm gambling
High yellow ass in the house
Like this is Birmingham
Drinking Brugal
With your master and
Telling the cotton pickers
They hating
With your master plan
Picking which side benefits you best
I'll always know my worth
You could never make me less
How you bragging about
Being a side boo
Your nigga calling you all types of
Bitches and hos in his songs too
Think he respect you cause of your tone
Then you a fool
His children are brown
Simmered honey
He'll see the truth
And when he leaves your ass
All there'll be is fucking you
All of your broken self esteem
Incurable
What she want
Yves and Saint Laurent
To fix her broken heart
Oo these bitches sorry
Sodium, they salty
Studying out blueprint
But your execution's
Fucking faulty
Lucky lucky
Swear these bitches lucky
If I was signed and she heard this
Then she would fucking duck me
Charlamagne tha God
Or Patchy the pirate
Must be sad to fight for those
Who watch you die in silence
Fighting fighting
Why do we stay on the line when
They say we're angry
If we're not silent
What she do
She ain't mean no harm
Beyonce did the same thing
There was no swarm
I'm sorry did they
Just compare her to Beyonce
Yeah, I'm not even addressing that
You know what
This is why Beyonce don't go
On the fucking breakfast club
Why is it black girls
Always gotta explain
Everything
I'm talking 4C to 4A
I'm talking cappuccino to ebony
I'm talking thick lip
Wide bridges
4B
If you know
Then you can sing along
Listen Da Baby
I ain't even being shady
You know we know you go crazy
Gotta say I'm disappointed lately
Supposed to be leading the way
My nigga you got shit to say
Pac said they'll give you the tools
To dig your own self to the grave
And your bitches they all in the way
The south got something to say
Nigga what about all your pain
Fuck all the cheddar you gained
What about your children
What do you think they would say
This woman demeaned their mama
This woman demeaned your mama
This woman demeaned your partners
The one's, God bless, in the grave
If that shit came out
Of a white girl's mouth
Would you have something to say
Surely there's someone you pay
To keep drama out the way
My nigga this ain't no scandal
This is how they make us fade
Billion dollar entertainment
An army of niggas that's famous
Use your platform for truth
Use your voices for us
For the thug niggas
And the drug niggas
And the ones that's floating above
You know what to do
Go on and speak your truth
Just be you
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
Of explaining this shit, oh
And this'll be the last time
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
I'm sick
And I'm sick of these talentless bitches
Trying to tell us what's what
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