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Black Friend Lyrics - Artist : Rucka Rucka Ali
That my black friend, he a real black kid
Get your own carton, askin' me for a cig At the food court, he has 2-3 wings Then the cops come with Rottweilers and shoot at him That's my black friend, he a real black pimp He got my own car, he don't need no rig Loan me 6 bucks, I'll pay you back quick I'm just headin' to Ross so I could get some kicks Wee-woo! Is that my Fido with the five-o? Can't go out, he get the pat-down, why though? They treat him like a dog with a E at the end Ima bail him every time, that's my only black friend He could dance even better than Alfonzo He be reppin' the dashiki from the Congo When we see a Cherokee, he says: "I forgot the key." Pick it open with his teeth, and we ride to KFC When we rolled by the po, he say: "Fuck that stuff!" He run off down the block in his Crocs and cuffs When the cops come to me, they say: "Oh, that's rough!" Go ahead, keep this car, we'll report it lost That my black friend, he a real fat pimp They say he stole something, a man of conviction Got the death chair or like 2-3 years But with some good behaviour, he'll be out in 6 That my black friend, they shot him in his crib Got his ass beat up by those gringo pigs Fired 6 shots while he was peein' on chicks Then he looked and discovered that it's me in a wig That's my black friend, if you need a sheik He a trained Muslim brother from the Middle East He could fly for me into building 3 He could bike and he's fine at Commander Keen And he smoke crack and wake up in middle of nowhere Can't hitch a ride 'cause them truckers are so racist When he gets back, he'll be safe in the back Of Detroit PD protecting and serving, oh yeah At Whole Foods, he drive a Prius And by which, I mean he locked up at home With a anklet recommend by the judge He really based 'cause he can't leave his house That my black friend, he a real Mike Vick Got his own bunny, he don't need no Trix With a basketball, they send him free drinks 'Cause he looks like he's Jordan, they're both black That's my black friend, he a real black kid His last song charted on Wendy's top 6 Double ranch sauce referencing his jizz And the beat was sampled from Tito Jackson Black friend, you the blackest and you know it Ben's one black friend is Candace Owens Let's trend 'cause we triggered the snowflakes Get 10% off with code PWNAGE Black friend and his name's Gary Coleman Uh oh, what you talkin' 'bout, old man? Rest, friend, I'll remember you always We spend Wednesdays watchin' Soul Plane Candace Owens? More like Candace owns the libs! Why are we so sensitive? We grew up watching South Park! |
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