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Black Video (MV)




Performed By: AJ
Length: 1:54
Written by: August Jefferson




AJ - Black Lyrics
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Tell em meet me at the back door
Even though we lost Steven Jobs
No windows at this house party
Still I am a mac though
Even though we lost Stephen Hawking
When the telephone ring bet she won't hit me back though
Blue bars, not a galaxy
Black star, quasar, bitch I'm proud of me
In actuality she is the queen
So froggy ass niggas always make me wanna leap
Naturally I'll end up king with some causalties
Eggs will be cracked if you try to make omelets
And if you emulate, you will never measure up
You a quart in a cup
Ima gallon, a liter, millimeter from releasing the ether like Weeknd & Bieber
She likes weekends & b-days but
I like Medulla Oblongatta
Bonita apple bottom what's the problem
I know that it's apple bum I'll gibe you some
To think about when the night is done
You'll be the numero uno
Ichi, ni, san
Whipping nissans of centralia out to paramount
Paraguas por la lluvia si tu viajas out to Oregon
Bring the epsom salt
Running freestyles after school
Busting uncles it's a ruckus cool
Common denomin wasn't common sense
Common wealth held for the 1%
Throwing Jay's rock while listening to Jay Rock
Top dawg too fast, Faiyaz
If I told Chirs bet he'd fade y'all
Black Excellence
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Tell em meet me at the back door
Even though we lost Steven Jobs
No windows at this house party
Still I am a mac though
Even though we lost Stephen Hawking
When the telephone ring bet she won't hit me back though
Blue bars, not a galaxy
Black star, quasar, bitch I'm proud of me
In actuality she is the queen
So froggy ass niggas always make me wanna leap
Naturally I'll end up king with some causalties
Eggs will be cracked if you try to make omelets
And if you emulate, you will never measure up
You a quart in a cup
Ima gallon, a liter, millimeter from releasing the ether like Weeknd & Bieber
She likes weekends & b-days but
I like Medulla Oblongatta
Bonita apple bottom what's the problem
I know that it's apple bum I'll gibe you some
To think about when the night is done
You'll be the numero uno
Ichi, ni, san
Whipping nissans of centralia out to paramount
Paraguas por la lluvia si tu viajas out to Oregon
Bring the epsom salt
Running freestyles after school
Busting uncles it's a ruckus cool
Common denomin wasn't common sense
Common wealth held for the 1%
Throwing Jay's rock while listening to Jay Rock
Top dawg too fast, Faiyaz
If I told Chirs bet he'd fade y'all
Black Excellence
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Writer: August Jefferson
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