vicious - black $neak lyrics
[chorus: black $neak]
stacks on the deck and the money on go and your b*tch give me neck just like a pro
back in the bed, this p*ssy talk, she play with my braids when i use my tongue
claps for the dead, ayy, my friends gone
they know my set cuz my hood tall
she stay bent, i put it in depth, her p*ssy drippin’ down the floor
stacks on the deck and the money on go and your b*tch give me neck just like a pro
back in the bed, this p*ssy talk, she play with my braids when i use my tongue
claps for the dead, ayy, my friends gonе
they know my set cuz my hood tall
she stay bеnt, i put it in depth, her p*ssy drippin’ down the floor
[verse 1: black $neak]
you already know i’m a freak
two pair of tits on my face and i can’t breathe
i’m a freak, i’mma still f*ck her even if she got the yeast
they want smoke, we raised the bl!cks, when we shoot we don’t f*ckin’ miss
his homie dead, he was f*ckin’ scared and he was sent to the priest
my name is black $neak but some call me ”black $nake” cuz my d*ck is long
i put it so deep, her legs started shakin’ and i just ripped her thongs
her eyes turnt white cuz i used both my finger and my tongue
disrespect the hoe, i hit the cervix, she said “please, don’t!”
you mad at me cuz i f*cked with your main b*tch
her ass the sharpener, my d*ck is the pencil
guns, guns, guns, man that’s the essential
freak, strippin’ lit, she got potential
you mad at me cuz i f*cked with your main b*tch
her ass the sharpener, my d*ck is the pencil
guns, guns, guns, man that’s the essential
freak, strippin’ lit, she got potential
[chorus: black $neak]
stacks on the deck and the money on go and your b*tch give me neck just like a pro
back in the bed, this p*ssy talk, she play with my braids when i use my tongue
claps for the dead, ayy, my friends gone
they know my set cuz my hood tall
she stay bent, i put it in depth, her p*ssy drippin’ down the floor
[verse 2: coco boy]
[verse 3: cena]
we from the trenches, we grind, momma always pray for us to make it
money on my mind, n*ggas gonna k!ll you for the bag
black $neak, n*gga, got the long d*ck, she like the money, every time she be callin’ me
shawty on my line tho’, i never give a f*ck tho’
young boy from the trap house tho’
we be rappin’, we makin’ dreams come true
i’m with the gang, gettin’ the greens
money, you know, young n*gga from “the plug”
[chorus: black $neak]
stacks on the deck and the money on go and your b*tch give me neck just like a pro
back in the bed, this p*ssy talk, she play with my braids when i use my tongue
claps for the dead, ayy, my friends gone
they know my set cuz my hood tall
she stay bent, i put it in depth, her p*ssy drippin’ down the floor
stacks on the deck and the money on go and your b*tch give me neck just like a pro
back in the bed, this p*ssy talk, she play with my braids when i use my tongue
claps for the dead, ayy, my friends gone
they know my set cuz my hood tall
she stay bent, i put it in depth, her p*ssy drippin’ down the floor
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