Lyrics Black (From the Waist Down) - Radio Edit - Albert Kick feat. Jason Rene

Your boyfriend is so posh and his family found Ferarri

When he stocks are on the rise you love to chase that pace

Do you prefer his Rolex?

Or his motherfuckin' pretty face.

In the club, on the floor I want some more, I'm waiting for a sign

While you drink up expensive vodka, straight to V.I.P no line

I've got to grab your attention,

Locked on your sex appeal,

But will your really love me? I don't have nothing to steal.
No Harley, no money, no single family home,

No Mac, no Windows, no Iphone, no Droid.

But I do have somethin' special baby,
That your boyfriend will never ever own...
I'M BLACK FROM THE WAIST DOWN
Put your hands down,

Slide your hands, baby,
Put your hands down,
Slide your hands

Your boyfriend is so posh and his family found Ferarri
When he stocks are on the rise you love to chase that pace
Do you prefer his Rolex?
Or his motherfuckin' pretty face.
In the club, on the floor I want some more, I'm waiting for a sign
While you drink up expensive vodka, straight to V.I.P no line
I've got to grab your attention,
Locked on your sex appeal,
But will your really love me? I don't habe nothing to steal.
No Gucci, No Porsche, no steeds or fancy horse,
No jet, to Ibiza, no art or Mona Lisa,
No tennis, no yacht, no sweater with a knot,
No golf, no sking, no platinum diamond ring.
But I do have somethin' special baby,
That your boyfriend will never ever own...
I'M BLACK FROM THE WAIST DOWN