Look, niggas really wanna beat they chests, for b-a-n-k-s,

These niggas be gorillas for the pin-k flesh,

These niggas be vanilla,

The chips be legitimate,

They just want the pumpernickel sis in the linen's with em,

So since you vanilla men spend,

Can my hot fudge bitches get with your vanilla friends?

Hey, I'm the liquorice bitch,

You know I'm looking for these niggas if these niggas is rich,

I make hits motherfucker, do you jiggle ya dick,

When ya bitch pop singing on the liquorice hit, ya know?

Can I catch your eye sir,

Can I be what you like yeah,

I could be the right girl,

Tell me if you like your, lady in my-my color,

Can I be your type? yeah,

Can I catch your eye sir,

Can I be what you like yeah,

I could be the right girl,

Tell me if you like your, lady in my-my color,

Can I be your type? yeah,

I could set you right, whoa,

How are you tonight sir, I'm living my life,

Oooh, hope ya feel alright, yeah

Hey, I'm the liquorice bitch,

You know I'm looking for these niggas

If these niggas is rich,

Ya got creme for ya colors and a blue eye too, -hi,

I wanna get the number to ya 212 line, maybe we could slumber,

We could woo woo woo,

Why I don't do ye yay,

But if you want to fine....

Your fantasy could get that pitch black,

Cause it's gon' erupt,

When ya slip in betwixt that black snatch,

Ya like blizzack-ker cat,

Ema-nem-manating

Where ya mizzat-mustache at?

Huh, I bet ya been extra gassed,

Bet ya really wanna

Touch up on the molasses ass,

Bet ya really wanna tongue up

On her kizzat today,

Cause her kizzat sh-shaved,

You wanna cuddle with ya bitch after ey?

But I gotta dip I gotta get at the cake,

Lotta scrillac to make,

And the dick don't fuck up any scrillac for banks,

No issues picking money over ha-ha, ya beige in her.

She just wanna see the best in greece

With some gentlemen and check these beats in the sun.

He just wanna see the wet-wet weave

When I'm swimmin in the west indies,

Then I sit up and catch these breeze,

Sip a little bit of rum & ting.... nigga

These bitches know that I be on that black girl shit,

That black girl pin-up with that black girl dip,

Put that black girl spin up on ya whack girl tip,

Ain't official till it been up in that black girl kit.

Pick out ya mans and attack real quick,

I'ma hit him with that venom and that rap girl hip.

I slip out the denims, know that black girl fit,

Get that remy in a did and hit that black girl switch.

Bitches better tan for the summer,

And for the haters, quit that chit chat, and get ya paper.

Quote the cinnamon,

The cherry-melange bitch verbatim

When I speak about ya face in the clam with the flavors...

Ya get that?

And stimulate her, take a lick up on my genital, then sit to savor,

Do ya man's and his liquorice interest a favor

I could be the right girl,

Tell me if you like your, lady in my-my color,

Can I be your type? yeah,

I could set you right, whoa,

How are you tonight sir, I'm living my life,

Oooh, hope ya feel alright, yeah.