Reload
{"id":44915,"created_at":"2018-11-23 10:42:23","updated_at":"2021-04-18 07:22:22","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2018-11-23 10:42:23","original_id":null,"artist_id":25107,"title":"BLACK Friday","slug":"black-friday","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":null,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"Cutting of the fake ones \r\nmoving to the real \r\n\r\nmoney seekers\r\n\r\nTHEM Real NiggerS \r\nFOR THE TEAM\r\n\r\nfound depression a state \r\n\r\nI built these walls \r\n made depression a state man I \r\nNamed it after enemies \r\n \r\nThe closest niggers those who \r\n took the boy to the hills\r\nI took my lessons like a king\r\nYou know gave them no dout\r\nThey put a crown on me\r\nThen I dub you the prince \r\n\r\nHunger was your demon\r\nAnd I fed it well\r\nI get it\r\n\r\nTook your mind to a place \r\nTook your smile from your face \r\nPut the hate in your heart \r\nAnd now you bleeding \r\nWith no cut\r\n\r\n\r\n I diD it on a jigga beat just to show\r\nYou class\r\n\r\nThis your boy I played with toys \r\nUsed my woody piece\r\nTo knock light years the buzz\r\n\r\nSo I get what You needed\r\nWas a touch of exquisite\r\nA dash of my shine \r\n\r\nWe rode together \r\nYou was Judas \r\nAnd I still passed the wine \r\n\r\nLike black Jesus acting \r\nBudda with my shine.\r\n\r\nOwe boy you shouldn't \r\ntouch what's mine.\r\nNo not what's mine\r\n\r\nDon't touch it","download_count":221,"play_count":24,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":1,"download_count_24_at":"2021-04-18","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":"https:\/\/s3.eu-central-1.amazonaws.com\/sol-assets\/uploads\/public\/5bf\/7bc\/107\/thumb_141079_300_300_0_0_crop.png","status_reason":null,"status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}
BLACK Friday

Billi BLACK

BLACK Friday

Loading your song...
Downloads: 221

Song Lyrics:

Cutting of the fake ones moving to the real money seekers THEM Real NiggerS FOR THE TEAM found depression a state I built these walls made depression a state man I Named it after enemies The closest niggers those who took the boy to the hills I took my lessons like a king You know gave them no dout They put a crown on me Then I dub you the prince Hunger was your demon And I fed it well I get it Took your mind to a place Took your smile from your face Put the hate in your heart And now you bleeding With no cut I diD it on a jigga beat just to show You class This your boy I played with toys Used my woody piece To knock light years the buzz So I get what You needed Was a touch of exquisite A dash of my shine We rode together You was Judas And I still passed the wine Like black Jesus acting Budda with my shine. Owe boy you shouldn't touch what's mine. No not what's mine Don't touch it

Subscribe to get the hottest exclusive music and content straight to your inbox!

Register for Slikour On Life
Sign in for Slikour On Life