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[intro: swae lee & gucci mane]
black beatles in the city
be back immediately to confiscate the moneys
(ear drummers)
rae sremm, guwop, mike will!
i sent flowers, but you said you didn’t receive ’em
but you said you didn’t need ’em (mike will!)

[chorus: swae lee]
that girl is a real crowd pleaser
small world, all her friends know of me
young bull livin’ like an old geezer
quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
frat girls still tryna get even
haters mad for whatever reason
smoke in the air, binge drinking
they lose it when the dj drops the needle

[verse 1: swae lee]
getting so gone i’m not blinkin’
what in the world was i thinkin’?
new day, new money to be made
there is nothin’ to explain
i’m a f-ckin’ black beatle, cream seats in the regal
rockin’ john lennon lenses, like to see ‘em spread eagle
took a b-tch to the club and let her party on the table
screamin’, “everybody’s famous!”
like clockwork, i blow it all
and get some more
get you somebody that can do both
black beatles got the babes belly rollin’
she think she love me, i think she trollin’

[verse 2: nicki minaj]
sativa so strong i’m not blinkin’
what in the world was i thinkin’?
new day, new money to be made
new things for them to imitate
i’m a f-ckin’ black barbie
pretty face, perfect body
pink seats in the ‘rari
always f-ck him like i’m sorry
who the f-ck is gon’ protect her?
if i really gotta check her
peter piper picked a pepper
and my cake is triple decker

[interlude: nicki minaj]
no flex zone, no flex zone
(yeah, oh no, no, no, no) no flex zone

[verse 3: nicki minaj]
i see these silly n-gg-’s flexin’, it’s a no zone
you gon’ be floatin’ in dem rivers like you know joan
island girl, donald tr–p want me go home
still pull up with my wrist lookin’ like a snowcone
she said she got a hit record, i said “oooh sh-t!”
picked up my phone cause i had to call “bullsh-t!”
these b-tches havin’ nightmares of my new sh-t
these b-tches p-ssy and they don’t ever do sh-t
hahaha, get it? douche-…hahahahahahaha
half a mili on the maybach pullman, bought it
now i’m prayin’ all my foreigns don’t get deported
n-gg-s love me so much they be sendin’ me gifts
and these clown n-gg-s actin’, i’mma send ’em some skits
b-tches can’t rap for sh-t, i’mma send ’em some tips
all these b-tches is my sons, should be suckin’ my t-ts

[verse 4: merkules]
everybody want what i have now, i ain’t about to let ’em have that
ask ’round, got the whole scene on lock down, come through “zoom-zoom” where the cash at
everybody want a little piece of the pie
and they think that i’m lyin’, i can see in disguise
and they mad ’cause i got more heat than a dryer, capish.. i’m a beast, pull your teeth out with pliers
yeah, i’m the one to call, 2pac mentality like “f-ck ’em all”
i’ve been out there in the rain and the thunder storm, and now they all up tight like a wonder bra
but you must son-in-law, you don’t have any talent, they say i’m too dope, godd-mn.. it’s a habit, if you come too close you’re gettin’ jacked like a rabbit
get shot and stop moving, mannequin challenge
motherf-cker, you should be yourself, skinny–ss jeans and you need some help
all these people wanna see me fail but i’m still livin’ large like three xl
let’s be honest, homie, all a yall a dead broke, it’s like dyin’ in jail with my pants stroll
you’re p-ssy, period. menstrual, give you the work up in your grill like dental

[verse 5: soulja boy]
pull out the trigger get to singing
what in the world was i thinking
riding through chiraq with some demons
pull out, let the draco get to singing
the choppers started spraying n-gg-s leaking
you know a n-gg- hanging with the demons
draco knock a n-gg- off the deep end
catch me in the kitchen with them fishes
made 100k, started winning
made 100k, started winning
got some real n-gg-s around with me
i’ma shoot the draco clip till its empty
i’m with a bad b-tch we listen to the weekend
i can do this sh-t every weekend
beef with soulja what the f-ck you thinking
draco shoot leave his brains leaking
bet a hund’ i can bet a thou on it
pull up on a n-gg- let that pow pow pow
lot of money on me yeah i’m wild wild man
let that sh-t bang just like kurt cobain
real life rock star
had me in the back of the cop car
ain’t tell them sh-t, i ain’t even squeal
pop a f-ck n-gg- like a d-mn pill
pop a f-ck n-gg- like a advil
with them savages riding with that d-mn steel
draco knock you out just like nyquil
i’m sippin’ actavis n-gg- catch me in the field
knock a f-ck n-gg- out soulja holy field
i came up in the game n-gg- too real
ain’t no big soulja, where my downfall
i made 100k in one day, f-ck all y’all

[verse 6: talley of 300]
tatted on my face i’m a inkhead
mixing henny with rosé b-tch i drink red
like i’m blood thirsty, bad b-tches under me
dime beavers but to me they only f-ck-worthy
pill poppin’ yeah they rockin’ we some rollers
told her not to fight it she let it control her
i’ma have her drop it ’til she tell me hold up
give your girl a spankin’ and let you console her
all around playa b-tch, a pimp without the gators
all these ratchets with the flavors
drippin’ b-tches tryna taste us
stacking chips on a trip
won’t never let a hater take us
last one try me caught the vapors
drop ya sh-t like hot potatoes
bringing static like i’m major
a addict by my paper
yeah i’m leavin ’em i gas
like helium i’m on my way up
bring the matches to the hater
on ya block i block ya later
like to play in vegas but i rock out like a crater

[verse 7: $avage]
let her know i’m in the city for the weekend
hit the show do the most then we leavin’
act up and my n-gg-s get to tweakin’ ay
cut the roof off the coupe like the weeknd ay
bad hoes keep our music on repeat
fly guys no surrender no re-treat
only high tec, no weak drink
xannin’ hard i done fell into a deep sleep
off the xans and i’m not sleepin’
what in the world was i thinkin’?
big bank on you lil’ bank -ss n-gg-s
i’m a shark all you fish tank -ss n-gg-s
they treat me and my amigos like the
f-ckin’ black beatles i’m the one goin’ dumb with
them drums call me ringo
no casino blow me like some candles on ya birthday
gold hangin’ on my neck so she know i’m first place, mob

[verse 8: no fatigue]
‘tigue sh-t man
i be flexin’ look like money when you see him
ay i hit the stage and get it bustin’ like yo bm
ay after the show she choose a playa like a gm
hit her from the back she say ooouuu what i’m 3 m’s
i like all my b-tches thick, yeah deep dish
and check my pockets, yeah them b-tches thick
looking deep dish, bro got that rocket if a n-gg-
want it yeah i beep sh-t
don’t gang bang, never been no lame on some g sh-t
i make all these women fall but no leaves b-tch
my flow sick, yeah my sh-t sick, this sh-t easy
shoutout kanye, i been rippin’ sh-t yeah yeezy
that’s my money, don’t f-ck with cash money like
i’m weezy
or i’m slidin’ hoes goin’ just like live, yeah
on the come up everyday like the horizon
no ellen no but i do sh-ts for i, yeah
her head fire, she eat me, jambalaya

[verse 9: montana of 300]
i used to sell reefer
now i’m 7k a feature
he think his b-tch is a keeper
that b-tch went fast as a cheetah
his b-tch on me cuz she see i’m fly as h-ll boy
watch my d-ck slide in that p-ssy pink as h-ll boy
jacket open big -ss forty b-tch i’m h-ll boy
versace on me b-tch i think i’m uncle elroy
i get that dough i got that bag i’m like a bellboy
caught two bodies thank god i ain’t go to jail for it
rap god i’m a rock star
every line’s a hot bar
beef with me it’s not smart
i will let them glocks spark
you’ll get wet up p-ssy n-gg- you are not hard
i swear these squares soft in the middle like some pop tarts
big toaster light his top up like a cop car
give his top ten, he got hits just like the pop charts

[verse 10: gucci mane]
came in with two girls, look like strippers in their real clothes
a broke ho can only point me to a rich ho
a yellow b-tch with green hair, a real weirdo
black man, yellow lamb’, red light go
they seen that guwop and them just came in through the side door
there’s so much money on the floor we buyin’ school clothes
why you bring the money machine to the club for?
pint of lean, pound of weed, and a kilo
i eurostep past a hater like i’m rondo
i upgrade your baby mama to a condo
like chapo servin’ yayo to the gringos
black beatle, club close when i say so

[verse 11: slim jxmmi]
she’s a good teaser, and we blowin’ reefer
your body like a work of art, baby
don’t f-ck with me, i’ll break your heart, baby
d&g on me, i got a lot of flavor
15 hundred on my feet, i’m tryna k!ll these haters
i had haters when i was broke, i’m rich, i still got haters
i had hoes when i was broke, i’m rich, i’m still a player
i wear leather gucci jackets like it’s still the 80s
i’ve been blowin’ og kush, i feel a lil’ sedated
i can’t worry about a broke n-gg- or a hater
black beatle, b-tch, me and paul mccartney related

- finnyfromflickr

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