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Bob the Drag Queen — BLACK
Artist: → Bob the Drag Queen
Bob the Drag Queen — BLACK — lyrics
{Verse 1: Bob}
I’m black with a capital black
T-tell these brand new bitches need to watch they back
That’s ’cause I don’t play games when it come to my money
Yeah I be telling jokes but ain’t a damn thing funny
Nickname Faggotron, are you ready to Gaggatron?
This pussy catch you walking funny, it’s a Webion
Make sure my hair is on
Before I carry on
And got the game locked tighter than the pentagon
{Hook}
Play the song from Broadway, to Cahuenga
If I’m on a track, it’s guaranteed to be a banger
Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit
Music from my people and you ain’t gotta like shit, bitch
Play the song from Broadway, to Cahuenga
If I’m on a track, it’s guaranteed to be a banger
Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit
Music from my people and you ain’t gotta likе shit
{Verse 2: BASIT}
Ease on down to the ground, drop it low
Wind your waist, fill the bass in your soul
Black and proud еverywhere that we go
Say it loud, let them haters know
My roots run deep and grows through the sky (Grows through the sky)
Gravity we defy
I’ll snap back like a counter attack
Feels so good to be black
{Verse 3: Bob}
‘Cause I’m a real black bitch
I’m on the attack, bitch
Ain’t no lazy motherf*ckers ’cause we pickin’ up the slack, bitch
Get your black ass to the front of the class
If Rosa Parks could see you now, she’d be beatin’ that ass
We workin’ twice as hard to get half the pay
Multiply by two if you black and gay
Keep up because I know it’s hard to understand
But multiply by ten if you black and trans
Because this Mary is a mac and I’m sick of wearing black
Keep dodging silver bullets ’cause they coming for my back
Baa baa black sheep
Thicker than a Snicker
Said I’d never get a BBL
I think I’ll reconsider
{Hook}
Play the song from Broadway, to Cahuenga
If I’m on a track, it’s guaranteed to be a banger
Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit
Music from my people and you ain’t gotta like shit, bitch
Play the song from Broadway, to Cahuenga
If I’m on a track, it’s guaranteed to be a banger
Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit
Music from my people and you ain’t gotta like shit
{Verse 4}
Yeah
Black as f*ck, no I won’t ever deny it
You bitches missing the flavor and I’ll forever supply it
I’m talking Lauri season and in my mac and cheese
I got Jamaican niggas serving you rice and beans (Yeah, yeah)
Whether it’s afropuffs or it’s a curly occasion
He want the (?…) nigga, he know it’s juicy occasion
Yeah, it’ll turn to gymnastics soon as I hop on a dick
Give ’em the backhand spring and then I lickity split
{Verse 5}
Back-back-back to the subject at hand
We wasn’t part of the plan
That’s why my niggas want reparations so how was you been?
I don’t need February to tell me I’m necessary
‘Cause soon I’mma pop, no Britney Spears or no Katy Perry
See, they over-analyzing and they over-criticizing
The way that they tantalizing is honestly not surprising
‘Cause me and my people got generations demolished by traitors
Handle my holster ’cause my blackness is power, my niggas
(My niggas, my niggas)
{Outro: BASIT}
Ease on down to the ground, drop it low
Wind your waist, fill the bass in your soul
Black and proud everywhere that we go
Say it loud, let them haters know
My roots run deep and grows through the sky (Feels so good to be)
Gravity we defy (Feels so good to be)
I’ll snap back like a counter attack (Feels so good to be)
Feels so good to be black
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