"Black Men Faithful" lyrics
(This beat Hamm)
Wait, hold up, I'm finna turn this bitch up
You call this a party? Ain't no hoes in it (Where they at?)
It's a meat fest, it's only you and all your bros in it
Tellin' me you got the belt, but you ain't gettin' no clothes with it
Flexin' ten bands, I'd spend that shit in four minutes
It's a slow week, 'cause I only hit like four bitches (Four of 'em)
When I'm in the trenches you the nigga that they don't mention
Bitch, get out my face poppin' Percs, you a whole nigga
Long live a gold digger
Hai, I'm a cold nigga
Fuck twerkin', you ain't got no back? Put your throat in it
See that box, right there to the left? Put your phone in it (Right there)
[?] papparazzi, bitch, you ain't finna post this one
Draco' or the Glock, ooh, I wanna blow this one
I guess I'm her opp, 'cause she finna blow this one
Nigga, drop the top, oh, he can't, this a Honda Civic
Why the fuck you still livin'?
I don't know if that's your real hair, come here, let me feel it
I don't know if that's your real ass, bitch, make it jiggle
How I know I left your baby daddy? Bitch, call that nigga
Promise all black man are faithful, but I'm a nigga
So where the bitches?
Tell 'em I'm single
Wait, let me see your ID, oh, you legal legal
Welcome to the freak show
I heard she got a STD, I think I'm finna risk it
Maestro's seven days a week, I probably spent a ticket
You can't cook if you ain't washin' dishes, don't go in that kitchen
Gained a couple pounds 'cause I'm into fuckin' big bitches
Every time you link up with the bitch, you be cuddlin'
Every time I link up with the bitch she be suckin' it (Gettin' head)
She can't pull up to your crib, you can't have no company (What the fuck?)
Niggas thirty fuckin' years old, still on punishment (Ooh)
Nigga, this beyond me
Set the move, Siri, play "Foolish" by Ashanti
That's how niggas look rockin' that old-ass Designer (Old shit)
That be niggas face after I fuck they baby mama (You mad?)
You call this a party? Ain't no hoes in it (Where they at?)
This a meat fest, it's only you and all your bros in it
Tellin' me you got the belt, but you ain't gettin' no clothes with it
Flexin' ten bands, I'd spend that shit in four minutes
I promise you black men are faithful, but I'm a nigga
So where the bitches?
Tell 'em I'm single
Ayy, let me see your ID, oh, you legal legal
Wait, hold up, I'm finna turn this bitch up
You call this a party? Ain't no hoes in it (Where they at?)
It's a meat fest, it's only you and all your bros in it
Tellin' me you got the belt, but you ain't gettin' no clothes with it
Flexin' ten bands, I'd spend that shit in four minutes
It's a slow week, 'cause I only hit like four bitches (Four of 'em)
When I'm in the trenches you the nigga that they don't mention
Bitch, get out my face poppin' Percs, you a whole nigga
Long live a gold digger
Hai, I'm a cold nigga
Fuck twerkin', you ain't got no back? Put your throat in it
See that box, right there to the left? Put your phone in it (Right there)
[?] papparazzi, bitch, you ain't finna post this one
Draco' or the Glock, ooh, I wanna blow this one
I guess I'm her opp, 'cause she finna blow this one
Nigga, drop the top, oh, he can't, this a Honda Civic
Why the fuck you still livin'?
I don't know if that's your real hair, come here, let me feel it
I don't know if that's your real ass, bitch, make it jiggle
How I know I left your baby daddy? Bitch, call that nigga
Promise all black man are faithful, but I'm a nigga
So where the bitches?
Tell 'em I'm single
Wait, let me see your ID, oh, you legal legal
Welcome to the freak show
I heard she got a STD, I think I'm finna risk it
Maestro's seven days a week, I probably spent a ticket
You can't cook if you ain't washin' dishes, don't go in that kitchen
Gained a couple pounds 'cause I'm into fuckin' big bitches
Every time you link up with the bitch, you be cuddlin'
Every time I link up with the bitch she be suckin' it (Gettin' head)
She can't pull up to your crib, you can't have no company (What the fuck?)
Niggas thirty fuckin' years old, still on punishment (Ooh)
Nigga, this beyond me
Set the move, Siri, play "Foolish" by Ashanti
That's how niggas look rockin' that old-ass Designer (Old shit)
That be niggas face after I fuck they baby mama (You mad?)
You call this a party? Ain't no hoes in it (Where they at?)
This a meat fest, it's only you and all your bros in it
Tellin' me you got the belt, but you ain't gettin' no clothes with it
Flexin' ten bands, I'd spend that shit in four minutes
I promise you black men are faithful, but I'm a nigga
So where the bitches?
Tell 'em I'm single
Ayy, let me see your ID, oh, you legal legal
