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Performed By: Shane Eagle
Length: 2:56
Written by: Shane Hughes




Shane Eagle - BLACK Lyrics
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Yeah I talk to God at the crib
I don't really like to go to church
Why you boys talking 'bout my wave?
When you niggas don't know how to surf
F*ck all these niggas, they dead to me
I gave these niggas the recipe
Can't put the team into jeopardy

Black, black, I do this shit 'til it's black
I do this shit 'til it blacks
I do this shit 'til it's black

Eagle how you do it on your own?
I know fame prolly gettin' to your head
If I ever change for the bread
I know God prolly gon' leave me dead
F*ck all these niggas, they dead to me
I gave these niggas the recipe
Can't put the team into jeopardy
Black, black, I do this shit 'til it's black
I got my dawgs in the back
I put my dawgs on my snaps
I put the city on map
I carry it on my back
V comin' through with the bag
I do this shit 'til it's Plat'
You drop your shit and it's whack
I drop my shit and it lasts
I'm so ahead my time, aye
All you niggas stuck in the past
Niggas tryna get me for their songs, can't even get me for the interview
Every time a nigga drop a song, whole album shit sounds like it's interludes
It's what I'm about to fix
F*ck a Rolex, f*ck around and go cop a Omnitrix cause I'm '96
Ass titties, ass titties, all on my section boy I'm a 90's kid
This a bigger beast, different planet smokin' bigger trees
Remember dawg when they slept on me
Now I'm up dawg countin' bigger cheese
Run a show, that's a bigger fee
Shane Eagle, that's a different niche
Now my dawgs they gon' ride for me
Now my real dogs comin' off the leash

Yeah I talk to God at the crib
Yeah that's my homie where I live
Got a homie who owes me bread
Pray to God they don't leave him dead
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Yeah I talk to God at the crib
I don't really like to go to church
Why you boys talking 'bout my wave?
When you niggas don't know how to surf
F*ck all these niggas, they dead to me
I gave these niggas the recipe
Can't put the team into jeopardy

Black, black, I do this shit 'til it's black
I do this shit 'til it blacks
I do this shit 'til it's black

Eagle how you do it on your own?
I know fame prolly gettin' to your head
If I ever change for the bread
I know God prolly gon' leave me dead
F*ck all these niggas, they dead to me
I gave these niggas the recipe
Can't put the team into jeopardy
Black, black, I do this shit 'til it's black
I got my dawgs in the back
I put my dawgs on my snaps
I put the city on map
I carry it on my back
V comin' through with the bag
I do this shit 'til it's Plat'
You drop your shit and it's whack
I drop my shit and it lasts
I'm so ahead my time, aye
All you niggas stuck in the past
Niggas tryna get me for their songs, can't even get me for the interview
Every time a nigga drop a song, whole album shit sounds like it's interludes
It's what I'm about to fix
F*ck a Rolex, f*ck around and go cop a Omnitrix cause I'm '96
Ass titties, ass titties, all on my section boy I'm a 90's kid
This a bigger beast, different planet smokin' bigger trees
Remember dawg when they slept on me
Now I'm up dawg countin' bigger cheese
Run a show, that's a bigger fee
Shane Eagle, that's a different niche
Now my dawgs they gon' ride for me
Now my real dogs comin' off the leash

Yeah I talk to God at the crib
Yeah that's my homie where I live
Got a homie who owes me bread
Pray to God they don't leave him dead
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Writer: Shane Hughes
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

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