Black Out lyrics
by Max B
(Verse)
Yeah
f*ck a club baby there bottles at the liquor
Running out of juice
Wheres your glass
Let me get you more
Baby wet your pallet
Let me treat you to a salad
I don't want to see no corn
I don't want to see no callus
Got the balance they appreciate
Diamonds don't depreciate
Knew one day that ill be out
I just had to keep the faith
Keep a taste Oww
She keep me laced Oww
Miss me and the game these n*ggas needed my style
Daddy why you vicious
Why your di*k taste so delicious
Let you f*ck it first to kiss it
Call me tell me that you miss it
We done finally made a spill
30 days a made a mill
Still I'm riding with that thingy
I just keep that b*tch concealed
Girl i hope your on that pill cause your toes
They got me horny never corny
I know your n*gga calling don't leave me lonely
From the bottom to the top
We be cruising in that drop
This the New York city streets
Love a b*tch with pretty feet Oww