Black is Blue
Hold on
Don't fall asleep to this
Listen to me on this, slowly
Follow my vocal like a compass woah
Now use my inflections
But they wall your functions
Slow, now it's up
Woah, and it's stuck
They say I talk about sex too much tho
Like really was that sexual yo
They say I'm always getting sexual, sexual
But I'm a poet tho
Is it cause my black is blue
Is it cause my black is blue
Is it cause my black is blue
Nah, I didn't stutter
I didn't stutter
I hope my skin don't dirt this white bikini
Is what I worry about whenever they come near me
Meanwhile I'm tryna hide this fat punini
Guess I talk about sex too much, hmm
I know I'm not like other girls, other girls, cover girls, yeah
In another world, other world, other world
Call me strange is true to call me strange
Doctor strange
Say I talk about sex too much
No way
They say I talk about sex too much
No way
Is it cause my black is blue
A little bit of raspberry blue
Is it cause my black is blue
Nah, I didn't stutter
I didn't stutter
I knew five guys, one's a wise guy, one's a smart guy and a shy guy
And a sly guy but the funny guy
Oh, the funny guy got my tummy tight, yeah
The sly guy he a little bit of chubby
Always talking about his money
So I make him spend his money
And the wise guy with a thunder like
Forgot of thunder pipe
And then you say I talk about sex too much
Nigga, that's a trip if you just act that up
Listen, the boss keeps trippin like don't sex it up
Listen, I throw a pussy line just to wrap it up
Like a bow top is not about that sexual yeah
But I-I-I keep it drippin cause you know I-I-I have to yo, yeah
And I and I and I-I keep it pimpin cause I'm-I'm flexible, yeah
I-I-I-I-I keep it drippin but-but do they listen (I keep on simpin)
Is it cause my black is blue
Is it cause my black is blue
Is it cause my black is too blue
Oh no
I didn't stutter
I didn't stutter
Is it 'cause 'cause 'cause I'm black, black, blue, blue oh
Is it 'cause 'cause 'cause I'm black, black, blue, blue
Motherfucker what the fuck what the fuck did I do to you
I'm chocolate dipped in fucking purple
Just call your Peter
Imma need her
They say I talk about sex too much, sex too much
Come on now
Sex too much, sex too much
I wasn't even sexual, aye
Don't fall asleep to this
Listen to me on this, slowly
Follow my vocal like a compass woah
Now use my inflections
But they wall your functions
Slow, now it's up
Woah, and it's stuck
They say I talk about sex too much tho
Like really was that sexual yo
They say I'm always getting sexual, sexual
But I'm a poet tho
Is it cause my black is blue
Is it cause my black is blue
Is it cause my black is blue
Nah, I didn't stutter
I didn't stutter
I hope my skin don't dirt this white bikini
Is what I worry about whenever they come near me
Meanwhile I'm tryna hide this fat punini
Guess I talk about sex too much, hmm
I know I'm not like other girls, other girls, cover girls, yeah
In another world, other world, other world
Call me strange is true to call me strange
Doctor strange
Say I talk about sex too much
No way
They say I talk about sex too much
No way
Is it cause my black is blue
A little bit of raspberry blue
Is it cause my black is blue
Nah, I didn't stutter
I didn't stutter
I knew five guys, one's a wise guy, one's a smart guy and a shy guy
And a sly guy but the funny guy
Oh, the funny guy got my tummy tight, yeah
The sly guy he a little bit of chubby
Always talking about his money
So I make him spend his money
And the wise guy with a thunder like
Forgot of thunder pipe
And then you say I talk about sex too much
Nigga, that's a trip if you just act that up
Listen, the boss keeps trippin like don't sex it up
Listen, I throw a pussy line just to wrap it up
Like a bow top is not about that sexual yeah
But I-I-I keep it drippin cause you know I-I-I have to yo, yeah
And I and I and I-I keep it pimpin cause I'm-I'm flexible, yeah
I-I-I-I-I keep it drippin but-but do they listen (I keep on simpin)
Is it cause my black is blue
Is it cause my black is blue
Is it cause my black is too blue
Oh no
I didn't stutter
I didn't stutter
Is it 'cause 'cause 'cause I'm black, black, blue, blue oh
Is it 'cause 'cause 'cause I'm black, black, blue, blue
Motherfucker what the fuck what the fuck did I do to you
I'm chocolate dipped in fucking purple
Just call your Peter
Imma need her
They say I talk about sex too much, sex too much
Come on now
Sex too much, sex too much
I wasn't even sexual, aye
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Hudson, Thamar Noel, Danny Murdock, Phillip Lewis
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