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nocturnal - black-ken lyrics

[chorus: black*ken]
used to have the blackberry
pour up on black cherry
they don’t know what to do with me
they don’t know what to do with me
residence at the days inn
that suite like like zack, cody
i’m really the black brody
high life of the black homey

used to have the blackberry
pour up on black cherry
they don’t know what to do with me
they don’t know what to do with me
residence at the palms place
that suite like like zack, cody
i’m really the black brody
high life of the black homey

[verse 1: black*ken]
i think that i’m too spiffy
this watch costs me two fifty
you dudes could get schooled quickly
from the projects like, oh, mindy
look i brought my whole crew, with me
look i brought my bamboos, with me
look i brought my bambus, with me
lions and them baboons with me
look i got that juice, simply
that juice that i’m too sipping
my paper is due daily
i might cop the new camry
i go where it’s soo sandy
i think that i’m soo fancy
might sign to that roc n*gga
get the death row grammys
that sweet life like nose candy
put that on your whole family
cause i’m sick like a fever the reason that i’m one to black off at shows family
roll backwoods no going camping
look i’m not one for going tanning
i’m one to just pour up that yellow then sit back with backwoods and throw it, manning
i’m a fly n*gga moon landing
and i’m wavy like you sailing
and they don’t wanna see a black n*gga in office because they like, oh, stanley
catch me posted like you mailing
yeah, back to the wall
i’m one to rise up in spite of it all
pride to the side dirty sprite in my tall
high til i die easy wide by my b*lls
i’m in a sense disobeying the laws
i made your b*tch call me daddy like craw
i roll a dutch and the inside i cough
i roll a dutch and the inside i toss?
why you soo mad cause italian the cloth
i stay on cris just like kanye and north
turn up the volume inside of the porsche
crush up the valium my bro gonna snort
what’s in my closet designer of course
cases we in, up, and out of the courts
bracelets we in, up, and out of the stores
i’m getting money go hard like i’m poor
trips to la just to sit by the shore
picture had everything, still wanting more
picture you still felt like it was before
i’m in the cut like that sh*t that be raw
i make sure i put my paws on some paper
you better not put my paper on pause
i smoke some papers get laid in a loft
holler at “a” yeah you already boss

used to have the blackberry
pour up on black cherry
they don’t know what to do with me
they don’t know what to do with me
residence at the palms place
that suite like like zack, cody
i’m really the black brody
high life of the black homey

[verse 2: black*ken]
and i say it, how i say it
baby failure’s not an option
and ima lay it, how i’m wavy
baby everybody watching
made me feel like dennis rodman
i just started can’t stop it
grab a quarter then chop it
that’s more than economic
baddest b*tch can top it
i’m disappointed with the mileage
i’m disappointed when i drive it
and the temperature is rising
and out there they unwinding
and ima lay it when i’m rhyming
and when i’m drinking gin and tonic
and when i’m speaking in ebonics
and i’m just trying to keep it solid
and i been shining no polish
and i been grinding, soo hardest
and ima slam her, vince carter*it
and i’m always black carding
drive the acura r*t*rded
and then back it up and park it
it got me feeling like a giant
it’s no pressure, no diamond
it’s no precious, don’t crying
i just need some peace and quiet
a g*string will be required
and for the g thing i’m dying
i got no handouts like assignments
i got my band out just from grinding
and for the check they hit my line in
i copped the beamer off the finance
and it’s a benefit to silence
i think i’m entering a crisis
remember entering the chrysler
remember s*x and one nighters
remember being a one timer
the rolex on one timer
i just flex and be a shiner
i never lay up like recliners
i’m in valejo with my partners
and get the money yes i got to
i call them dread head shottas
and you’ll be dead, dead, gotcha
i’m about my bread, bread, matzah
ha

used to have the blackberry
pour up on black cherry
they don’t know what to do with me
they don’t know what to do with me
residence at the palms place
that suite like like zack, cody
i’m really the black brody
high life of the black homey

- black ken lyrics

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