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[Intro]
Only-only black c*cks matter
Only-only black c*cks matter
Only-only black c*cks matter (Squeeze that c*ck)
Only-only black c*cks matter

[Verse]
I got my chopper, bullets singin' like they f*ckin' Doris Day
I know a white boy tourin' Glocks, I call him f*ckin' Josh Holloway
Then I make a move witcho' b*tch, yeah, I'm feelin' like I'm Nicholas Ray (I'll teach you)
Then I blow a n++++ head off with this chopper, yeah, I'm feelin' like I'm Michael Bay
Then I wake up in the morning with this chop', blow a n++++ head off like I'm f*ckin' Max Payne
[?] hit him so hard, more than f*ckin' Cassius Clay
I'm outside with my life on me, I feel like [?] play
I'm outside with fiends servin' [?], they sound like Macy Gray
I will talk crazy on a beat, no need for delay
These n++++s playin' my music likе a 10-hour YouTube video, they got it on rеplay
(Replay) I spray bullets out the .40 like it's hairspray
I'm dream-searching at the top like I'm a blue jay
I'm a real alpha, I'm nothing like Andrew Tate
I'm hittin' the bank every day like my life is payday
You n++++s ugly, playin' Fortnite every day, lookin' like FaZe Sway