paroles de chanson Ebony (feat. Kupid) - Yung Senju

(Yeah, yeah)
Like my whip black, like my bitch black
And she chocolate, like a Kit-Kat
If she toxic, then I'm wit that
I don't talk shit, I just spit facts
We outside, we outside
We outside, we outside
We outside, side, side
We outside, we outside
We out

400 dollars I spent my bitch
I just got her new hoops so she new I don't miss
She want Kilian love, do she think that I'm rich
Iced out my booger, it's making me sick
And she know I'm the one so she rolled up my piss
Out here getting paper, fuck a loose leaf
Goated, on my back I got a 23
Smoke these rappers like she smoke my doobies
Said she need a Kupid like I'm Drew$kii
(Yeah)
Squares up my circle, tryna get an angle
I don't want chick around em
Shit ain't gon be verbal, better sound it out
I'm gonna make my clique surround em
Clicky clicky, oh that's the blick, I don't got it
But touch my bitch, and you get pounded
Black is beautiful, and blue is too
It's gon be true to you, if you don't
Getcho ass outta here lil nigga
Louis V on her feet
Big Stepper like Kendrick we move through the streets
You reap what you sow but I sow what I reap
Her diamonds are white so they matching my teeth
and she fuckin wit me
My skin lookin perfect, must be OCD
They say that my flow on the track is too nice
But my nigga I'm mean

Like my whip black, like my bitch black
And she chocolate, like a Kit-Kat
If she toxic, then I'm wit that
I don't talk shit, I just spit facts
We outside, we outside
We outside, we outside
We outside, side, side
We outside, we outside
We out-
(Side)

We outside but I'm sumn like an introvert
I'm into her insert that intellect into her
I don't like intercourse
Bitch I'm a Sapiosexual but she just suck me like Kirby, yea
I don't want that bitch to hurt me, yea
I know that I get too flirty but I'm tryna stack up till my early 30s, yea
I don't play nice I play dirty
Huh
Give it a little gas if it need it
Give it a little gas if it need it
Give it a little black it ain't seasoned
Give it a little passion, give it a little pat on the back
In fact give it a little reassurance and support
Of course I put that mufuckin ball in your court
Of course you talk trash as your last resort
Of course I could wear new sneakers every day of the month
Cuz I'm that type of nigga, huh
Of course I could be the teacher, take attendance
Get a raise I ain't talking hands
I got a shorty name Kitana
Dangerous as fuck and she my biggest fan
I just ignore all the drama, I be outside, fly like Peter Pan

Like my whip black, like my bitch black
And she chocolate, like a Kit-Kat
If she toxic, then I'm wit that
I don't talk shit, I just spit facts
We outside, we outside
We outside, we outside
We outside, side, side
We outside, we outside
We out-
(Side)