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black n white horses - 2facedlon lyrics

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[intro]
yeah
i really get rich to talk

[chorus]
black and white horses, fast like some porsches
bad model b*tch, got the all right proportions
she wanna come home with me, she want me to score it
i went up, they notice me, they used to ignore this

[verse 1]
i can rock some days and go rick owen on you poor n*ggas
baby ain’t never f*ck with a star, she tryna record n*ggas
gave her some attention, now she think that i want more with her
i just want your face, i’m sorry, baby, i don’t want more with you
n*ggas talk that sh*t then go and hide, like, n*gga, i’m gon’ get you
got some sh*t the same size as a midget, rippin’ more than tissue
i got a friend, she go by f&n, and she wanna kiss you
don’t know what she see in you, but she talkin’ ’bout she miss you

[chorus]
black and white horses, fast like some porsches
bad model b*tch, got the all right proportions
she wanna come home with me, she want me to score it
i went up, they notice me, they used to ignore this
[verse 2]
i was young as h*ll when i seen my first ten
we won’t take this n*gga face off, then we gon’ spin again
i ask god forgiveness every day ’cause i’m gon’ sin again
i don’t box with lips, i call up 60, he gon’ box you in
big sharks around this b*tch, boy, we always keep a fin
i don’t like to write sh*t down, i tell twin to punch me in
i’ll walk sh*t down in suit and tie, feel like the black in men
i meant the men in black
these n*ggas want smoke, it’s free, but still getting taxed
go and blow a twenty ball ’cause i can make it back
i can’t please hoes for sh*t, but i can make a rack
i can’t please hoes for sh*t, but i can make that money twerk
n*ggas called me gay, still f*ckin hoes, so tell me how that work?
probably f*cked your ho too, i know that hit you where it hurt
all these bands on me, boy, i bet your b*tch turn to a flirt
n*ggas silver spoon, for real, i got this sh*t from out the dirt
n*ggas know that sh*t for re—

[chorus]
black and white horses, fast like some porsches
bad model b*tch, got the all right proportions
she wanna come home with me, she want me to score it
i went up, they notice me, they used to ignore this

[outro]
yeah
know what the f*ck goin’ on
i really get rich to talk

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