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GUNPLAY FT. ACE HOOD & BUN B lyrics : "Black On Black"


[Hook: Ace Hood]
Okay now guess who's back

In a black Maybach
With a black card on me better know it's straight like that
My ^!$$% we black on black, black on black

My Rolex gold, but no my strap all black
My ^!$$% we black on black
Flag all black

Put it all on that
My ^!$$%s gon' ride for a fact
Yeah homie we black on black, black on black

One thing that's fact: I'm rich and black

[Verse 1: Gunplay]

I put black on the paint
I whip white in the sink
I put work on the pipe

I ain't scared of handcuffs and links
Only thing that petrify me is no money and paint
I'mma Chevy out there sprayin' (*##$, I'll jail bite the crank

I'm a shark out the tank, I don't bark I just bite
Keep that K all day, don't walk up on me I'll put that knife
All gold Dayton spokes strokin' the pavement slow

I did that ho a favor and she paid me back in throat
I took the kitchen, they wasn't cuttin' the loaf
Butcher knife on the shelf like, ?Where the $#&@ the filet mignon?

Take a close look at my face, the war paint is on
Stuck my dick in the world, now I'm rapin' this song, I'm wrong?


[Hook]

[Verse 2: Bun B]

Man I'm sitting in a black room dressed up in a black fit
I'm cleaning my black guns and loading my black clips
Count from one to fifty, that's a fully loaded mag

I pick it all up and put it in a black bag
Put on my black gloves, put on my black mask
Pop my trunk and load it up and jump in my black Jag

Sippin' on black Hennessy out of a black flask
And best believe that I'm coming to get your black $$#
When I pull that Mac out, they know I'm finna black out

They start hittin' fences, taking alley ways and the back route
I caught one of 'em slippin', but that thing up to his back
Pulled that trigger on that ^!$$%, and all he saw was black


[Hook]


[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Okay now black lil ^!$$%, in them all black denims
With a Mossberg pump that I have them sleep in your liver

Better watch that %#@! that you say, my goons don't play
That black Glock 9 never leave my side, no way
I keep that strap when I pray, even when I bow head to say grace

Any ^!$$% bring beef my way, better let that 4-4 spray
Yeah ^!$$% that's black on black, my whips all black
That ghost don't fold them ? on that

And I keep that black Louie bag, racks on racks
My (*##$ so bad, Chinese and black, yeah
I'm a wild young ^!$$%, gettin' rich off rap

My Rolex fitted, spent about sixty on that

[Hook]



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