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john ibe - bmms كلمات الأغنية

i praise god but i still wear rosary
this ain’t rap, its rhythm tappin’ that poetry
people dont get a drift, b-tches dont get a gift
people dont get the fact that im sittin’ in the abyth
black male dead, you ready to shoot a missile, white male dead you ready to blow a whistle
people say we victim to the system
i just think we victim to the crime, victim to the grime
if i’m in the window will i ever get some shine
if i work a job will i ever hit my prime
send a mist of hate, my n-gg-s never relate
streets full of venom, its poisonous like a snake
venomous like the opium julia had to take
but when she suck it i know im gettin’ it great
f-ck her with the rubbers, that p-ssy was a mistake
p-ssy was in my face, so i ate it and got a taste
now i got a problem, she gainin’ weight from the waist
baby on my mind, abortion is a crime
but if it take a signature i bet that imma sign
god, where you at where you at, im askin’ for your help, but i was f-ckin’ from the back
im askin’ for your help, but you dont ever hit me back
now i gotta get it how i live in the trap, word
yeah this a black mans mindset, yeah this a black mans mind quest, yeah this a black mans mindset, yeah this a black mans mind quest

- john ibe

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