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black friday - malcom mufunde lyrics

verse 1: malcom mufunde
young black boy, they trynna blackmail me
blacklist a n*gga like they did the blackberry
dreams of getting a black rover like i’m from blackburn
surviving on black babies, story of black men
this ain’t black magic, this is black power
they marvel at me like the black widow and black panther
me k!lling rappers is black on black crime
punch like a black boxer, i give ‘em a black eye
black pride, but the n*gga too black
it’s like 22 blacks, every line got two blacks
black ops, he shooting like two blaqs
they say black don’t crack but this black do crack
like black sabbath, i’m the black ozzy
put mе in the black book, try to blackball me, i
use a black card on thе black market
broke black ass on a black budget
in a black hole of debt so i only shop on black friday
that’s my black black mindset
i’m a black hat in the black hand
scratch that, blackbeard with the black flag
better yet, black death or the black plague
got them wearing all black, looking like blackbacks
shout out to blacperl and blackbird
black girl magic, let’s kick it like we got black belts
more black star than i’m a black beatle
black or white, black rights, man, i feel like x little
black nerd* they call me the black sheldon
my black kinda different like you spelling blake shelton
verse 2: kuda k
name one n*gga that’s blacker than me
the fit is all black i’m as black as can be
gave the d to a baddie then she took a plan b
i’m a g, all my gs blow weed, palm trees
so that black magic, it can never harm we
only crack addicts getting change from me
i’mma never change, all you n*ggas gon’ see
trynna elevate, only hopping out for a fee
shoutout backstreet, we’re them black street boys
in the backseat slanging black d, boy
never sold dope like them black d boys
but these lines so dope, i just pack beats, boy
see, boy
ain’t sh*t free, boy
i know young n*ggas tryna be me, boy
had to huddle with the struggle just to be me, boy
how the f*ck did i fumble like 3 gs, boy?
still married to my hustle, never back out or back down
always had to tussle, giving smacks out like smackdown
living in the slums it was blackouts on blackouts
i blackout on tracks now
if i never blow i’mma still blow backs out
still throw tracks out, still gon’ cash out
f*ck what you rap bout and then try to act out
where we come from, n*ggas barely pull straps out
man, it’s kuda and you know that
new chick bad and she blacker than kodak
i be where the bros at or i be where the hoes at
if i ain’t there then i be where the dough at
black eyed peas playing, that’s a throwback
for all my gs laying, spilling cognac
i’mma never go back to hoes that couldn’t call back
ross in 012, i’m the one they couldn’t hold back

- malcom mufunde lyrics

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