AMERIKA
BLAK AMERIKA
BLAK AMERIKA, BLAK AMERIKA, BLAK AMERIKA, huh
BLAK AMERIKA, Money
BLAK AMERIKA (What?), BLAKA MERIKA
Hooded up, everything black (Black), fine shit sittin' in the Wagen (Wagen)
Jumpin' out, all black flag (Flag), leather pants, racks got 'em saggin'
Fully loaded extended mag (Mag), nigga try, know I'm ready to blast it
I love my FN and love my bitch (Bitch), and both of them plastic
I got a cup filled up with mud (With mud)
I got your ho tryna wrestle in the mud (No)
Ain't have shit, I had to get it out the dirt (Dirt)
I hit the bank and then I make the money twerk (Twerk)
I got Alyx, drippin' out my shirt (Shirt)
Mink coat, got a bitch on purple
Her pussy pink, it's drippin' out the skirt (Skirt)
She tryna eat me, 'bout to make a nigga swerve it
Ice cream, no dessert
I know how it might seem at first
Shawty, this might sting, might hurt
But I got a flight, gotta leave for the work
But I got pots, turn me to a Perc'
Yeah, my cleats on the ground, count green, no turf
That ho want some diamonds, gotta eat me first
This ho extra fine, know I need me her
Steppin' outside, gotta keep my fye
Havin' paper on isle, by day, by night
Shawty, I ain't got time, I can't make you mine
Three hoes in line and they all dimes
Niggas hatin', oh nah, can't block my shine
I got bands, bands on my mind
I got cash, cash on my mind
I got cash, cash on my mind
She got cash, cash on her mind
She got cash, cash on her mind
She got black, black on her mind
We got black, black on our minds
I'm on bad time, I made her a ten, she used to be a nine, yeah, yeah
I'm with my slime, you ain't by my side, you ain't my kind
Ah, BLAKA MERIKA (Ah)
BLAK AMERIKA (Ah), BLAK AMERIKA, Money (Ah)
BLAK AMERIKA, Money
BLAK AMERIKA (What?), BLAK AMERIKA (Baby Money)
Hooded up, everything black (Black), fine shit sittin' in the Wagen (Wagen)
Jumpin' out, all black flag (Flag), leather pants, racks got 'em saggin'
Fully loaded extended mag (Mag), nigga try, know I'm ready to blast it
I love my FN and love my bitch (Bitch), and both of them plastic (Baby money)
BLAK AMERIKA, huh
BLAK AMERIKA, Money
BLAK AMERIKA (What?), BLAK AMERIKA (Baby Money)
BLAK AMERIKA, BLAK AMERIKA, BLAK AMERIKA, huh
BLAK AMERIKA, Money
BLAK AMERIKA (What?), BLAKA MERIKA
Hooded up, everything black (Black), fine shit sittin' in the Wagen (Wagen)
Jumpin' out, all black flag (Flag), leather pants, racks got 'em saggin'
Fully loaded extended mag (Mag), nigga try, know I'm ready to blast it
I love my FN and love my bitch (Bitch), and both of them plastic
I got a cup filled up with mud (With mud)
I got your ho tryna wrestle in the mud (No)
Ain't have shit, I had to get it out the dirt (Dirt)
I hit the bank and then I make the money twerk (Twerk)
I got Alyx, drippin' out my shirt (Shirt)
Mink coat, got a bitch on purple
Her pussy pink, it's drippin' out the skirt (Skirt)
She tryna eat me, 'bout to make a nigga swerve it
Ice cream, no dessert
I know how it might seem at first
Shawty, this might sting, might hurt
But I got a flight, gotta leave for the work
But I got pots, turn me to a Perc'
Yeah, my cleats on the ground, count green, no turf
That ho want some diamonds, gotta eat me first
This ho extra fine, know I need me her
Steppin' outside, gotta keep my fye
Havin' paper on isle, by day, by night
Shawty, I ain't got time, I can't make you mine
Three hoes in line and they all dimes
Niggas hatin', oh nah, can't block my shine
I got bands, bands on my mind
I got cash, cash on my mind
I got cash, cash on my mind
She got cash, cash on her mind
She got cash, cash on her mind
She got black, black on her mind
We got black, black on our minds
I'm on bad time, I made her a ten, she used to be a nine, yeah, yeah
I'm with my slime, you ain't by my side, you ain't my kind
Ah, BLAKA MERIKA (Ah)
BLAK AMERIKA (Ah), BLAK AMERIKA, Money (Ah)
BLAK AMERIKA, Money
BLAK AMERIKA (What?), BLAK AMERIKA (Baby Money)
Hooded up, everything black (Black), fine shit sittin' in the Wagen (Wagen)
Jumpin' out, all black flag (Flag), leather pants, racks got 'em saggin'
Fully loaded extended mag (Mag), nigga try, know I'm ready to blast it
I love my FN and love my bitch (Bitch), and both of them plastic (Baby money)
BLAK AMERIKA, huh
BLAK AMERIKA, Money
BLAK AMERIKA (What?), BLAK AMERIKA (Baby Money)
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Writer(s): Bobby Sandimanie, Jalan Anthony Lowe, Evan Marshall Moitoso
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