Bright Campa - Black Matter lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, heh-heh

Give her the D and she smiling, Whoa!
With the gang making bangers,  woo!
Grab on it rub it, yeah! Go ahead girl
Kiss on the tip! Golden chain so bright!
God is on a lookout,  so grateful!
So cold, I caught the flu, no Covid
Wrapped around me as if it was glue
Stand on my money
Feeling on top of the world now

No that isn't my girl I was on a trip
With the groupies hopped on me
When I got on top of them, yeah!
Everyone be quiet
Gotta keep the windows closed
Who is knocking at my door?
Better hope that's the Pope
Who is calling my phone?
Gotta keep everyone on ease
Can't stress out on this weed
I don't flee, guns up in the air
Crimes must disappear

My boys are blue, that's always their clue
Hiding from the truth
Especially when they pay for fake news
Hold up, huh? Cause when they do
We're always making moves

Free all the innocents
They didn't do you wrong
I'm tired of the race war
Hands up in the air
Pray for the end, only Lord knows when
Yeah, yeah

Give her the D and she smiling
With the gang making bangers, woo!
Grab on it rub it yeah! go ahead girl
Kiss on the tip! Golden chain so bright!
God is on a lookout, so grateful!
So cold, I caught the flu, no Covid
Wrapped around me as if it was glue
Stand on my money
Feeling on top of the world now