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Black Out Video (MV)




Performed By: Moneiiess
Length: 3:17
Written by: Derrick Palmore




Moneiiess - Black Out Lyrics




I got a degree from the slammer
Taking classes arm & hammer
On they asses for the bag
Mix tequila with the fanta
Wanna buy my mom a jag
I can't wait for no mo answers
Yellin young nigga get it
On my shit I need a pamper
Never...
Give up
Fall down
Get up
Ball out
Nig-ga
Watch out

Never...
Give up
Fall down
Get up
Ball out
Nig-ga
Top out
Back out
Black out

Interior black and its silver
Superior smell of that killer
Inferior niggas they dick ride... so don't you get too familiar
Numb to yo shit I don't feel ya
But only cause I dont speak f*ck boi
Problems are just like the ceiling
They both disappear when we up boi
At least thats the feeling these niggas is illin
Cause they wanna be like Italians
They playin the villian
Shit i wanna be like the niggas with families smiling
Wake up and might buy me a island
Y'all hatin the game and y'all childish
Lebron to these niggas that's rappin
Can't stop me so they gotta foulem
I givem nothing but silence
They ain't believe in the talents
They said I was gonna be nothing now look at me stuntin in front of they houses
They All on my dick where they mouths is
Niggas is rats they mouses
They claim to be up but they never be up anywhere around me where the clouds is
Lately im blowin on ounces
Ain't tryna run from the pain
Just fly above it you see i discovered that most of these niggas is lame
Lookin for leaders lookin for change
Lookin for me
I'm with a dame
We with a stack
We with the shit that you niggas is saying dang

I got a degree from the slammer
Taking classes arm & hammer
On they asses for the bag
Mix tequila with the fanta
Wanna buy my mom a jag
I can't wait for no mo answers
Yellin young nigga get it
On my shit I need a pamper
Never...
Give up
Fall down
Get up
Ball out
Nig-ga
Watch out

Never...
Give up
Fall down
Get up
Ball out
Nig-ga
Top out
Back out
Black out

Walk in the store (I'm)
Droppin a bag (I'm)
Droppin a bag
As for my foes
(DIE)
Toe with a tag
I leave they toe with a tag
Blowing a bag of the stickiest (ickiest)
Drop this girl off for her pickiness
(She a trip)
Ass is the phattest
And toes are the prettiest
I just be getting pissed with the silliness
(Out)
I'm in the streets
See what I'm about
These niggas reaching for clout
I'm tryna buy me a house (yeah)
F*ck all the hate and the doubt
(Yeah)
I'm with my lady and we with you lady and we bout might make her a spouse (yeah)
Her and her bestie can vouch (yeah)
All of us 4 we was out-chea
This is dat bounce
That Stand on the couch
Bottle train in route
This is that twerk
It's time to work
The way that they do in the south (yeah)
I give a f*ck bout a little bit
Try not to trip on the little shit
Promise yourself you gon keep it one hunned cause most of these people the ficklest
Chill,chill I'm too chill
So trill
Mid-west trill
My mind on that check still
No check engine my whip ill
Respect niggas who hustle hard for they fam man cause that shit real
Back out and then black out
N;ow bounce for me that tip drill
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I got a degree from the slammer
Taking classes arm & hammer
On they asses for the bag
Mix tequila with the fanta
Wanna buy my mom a jag
I can't wait for no mo answers
Yellin young nigga get it
On my shit I need a pamper
Never...
Give up
Fall down
Get up
Ball out
Nig-ga
Watch out

Never...
Give up
Fall down
Get up
Ball out
Nig-ga
Top out
Back out
Black out

Interior black and its silver
Superior smell of that killer
Inferior niggas they dick ride... so don't you get too familiar
Numb to yo shit I don't feel ya
But only cause I dont speak f*ck boi
Problems are just like the ceiling
They both disappear when we up boi
At least thats the feeling these niggas is illin
Cause they wanna be like Italians
They playin the villian
Shit i wanna be like the niggas with families smiling
Wake up and might buy me a island
Y'all hatin the game and y'all childish
Lebron to these niggas that's rappin
Can't stop me so they gotta foulem
I givem nothing but silence
They ain't believe in the talents
They said I was gonna be nothing now look at me stuntin in front of they houses
They All on my dick where they mouths is
Niggas is rats they mouses
They claim to be up but they never be up anywhere around me where the clouds is
Lately im blowin on ounces
Ain't tryna run from the pain
Just fly above it you see i discovered that most of these niggas is lame
Lookin for leaders lookin for change
Lookin for me
I'm with a dame
We with a stack
We with the shit that you niggas is saying dang

I got a degree from the slammer
Taking classes arm & hammer
On they asses for the bag
Mix tequila with the fanta
Wanna buy my mom a jag
I can't wait for no mo answers
Yellin young nigga get it
On my shit I need a pamper
Never...
Give up
Fall down
Get up
Ball out
Nig-ga
Watch out

Never...
Give up
Fall down
Get up
Ball out
Nig-ga
Top out
Back out
Black out

Walk in the store (I'm)
Droppin a bag (I'm)
Droppin a bag
As for my foes
(DIE)
Toe with a tag
I leave they toe with a tag
Blowing a bag of the stickiest (ickiest)
Drop this girl off for her pickiness
(She a trip)
Ass is the phattest
And toes are the prettiest
I just be getting pissed with the silliness
(Out)
I'm in the streets
See what I'm about
These niggas reaching for clout
I'm tryna buy me a house (yeah)
F*ck all the hate and the doubt
(Yeah)
I'm with my lady and we with you lady and we bout might make her a spouse (yeah)
Her and her bestie can vouch (yeah)
All of us 4 we was out-chea
This is dat bounce
That Stand on the couch
Bottle train in route
This is that twerk
It's time to work
The way that they do in the south (yeah)
I give a f*ck bout a little bit
Try not to trip on the little shit
Promise yourself you gon keep it one hunned cause most of these people the ficklest
Chill,chill I'm too chill
So trill
Mid-west trill
My mind on that check still
No check engine my whip ill
Respect niggas who hustle hard for they fam man cause that shit real
Back out and then black out
N;ow bounce for me that tip drill
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Writer: Derrick Palmore
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