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Mellowhype - Blaccfriday lyrics
[Verse 1: Hodgy]
 I rock a black tee, I step in black shoes
 My denim jeans black and my fitted is too
 I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone
 I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome
 I need a black card cause I'm a black shopper
 Clean out the stores like somebody robbed ya
 Black trash bags, throw them in the black bags
 The black bags with the gold writin' on the black tag
 The Jager in my cup is licorice black
 Soon as I turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back
 I'm rich, I'm wealthy, I'm drunk and I'm black
 I'm dope, I'm coke, I'm weed, I'm crack
 I'll get you high like you relapsed
 It's Blacc Friday and I'm glad to be black
 It's Blacc Friday and I'm glad to be black
 [Hook]
 What do we do on Blacc Friday?
 Chill with my crew on Blacc Friday
 Get in the mood on Blacc Friday
 You know what? N*gga, it's Blacc Friday
 What do we do on Blacc Friday?
 Chill with my crew on Blacc Friday
 Get in the mood on Blacc Friday
 Cause it's Friday, it's Blacc Friday
 [Verse 2: Tyler]
 White b*tches, white girls, white drugs
 Black girls don't do it but my type does
 F*ck it in my white van, beat her with a nice white nightstand
 Until I give her gashes where it's nothin' but the white meat
 E-T-I-H, W's, double D's on her kneesMellowhype - Blaccfriday - http://motolyrics.com/mellowhype/blaccfriday-lyrics.html
 White gargle yellow f*ckin' bumblebees
 Use whitey's as my dinner course for intercourse
 So much f*ckin' white make Darth Vader have a dimmer force
 But of course, I'm the white boy that shows no remorse
 Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse
 N*gga Friday, f*ck a Blacc Friday, umm
 Wolf Gang make a white pregnant b*tch wan' abort
 Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort
 Odd Future, there wolves bang where a couple bears hang
 With a white box logo with a couple stains
 From a black creampie in a whitey, make it light gray
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 [Verse 3: Mike G]
 Gravis black box, gray Hundreds sox
 Everythin' new, so my whole team rock like Metallica
 Gun metal twenty-ten Challenger
 Sh*t stress free I ain't even gon hassle her
 I just play my part make moves like chess
 Ask your b*tch who the best, question mark like Guess?
 Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back
 Shades dark as f*ck so all I see is black
 Bet that, look I'm a Hot Topic n*gga
 My attire dark lookin' like a Gothic n*gga
 Spit sh*t take off like a rocket, n*gga
 Got the whole West coast in my pocket n*gga
 Pitch the rock, Mike Vick, swag so sick
 Ask 'bout me b*tch, dressed like an eclipse
 Tell the truth, this sh*t wouldn't be fun without me
 B*tch I'm "Drawing Black Lines" ask the Hundreds about me
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