Ebony ft. Kupid Lyrics

(Yeah, yeah)

Like my whip black, like my bitch black

And she chocolate, like a Kit-Kat

If she toxic, then I'm wit that 

I don't talk shit, I just spit facts

We outside, we outside

We outside, we outside 

We outside, side, side

We outside, we outside

We out

400 dollars I spent my bitch

I just got her new hoops so she new I don't miss

She want Kilian love, do she think that I'm rich

Iced out my booger, it's making me sick 

And she know I'm the one so she rolled up my piss

Out here getting paper, fuck a loose leaf

Goated, on my back I got a 23

Smoke these rappers like she smoke my doobies

Said she need a Kupid like I'm Drew$kii

(Yeah)

Squares up my circle, tryna get an angle

I don't want chick around em

Shit ain't gon be verbal, better sound it out

I'm gonna make my clique surround em

Clicky clicky, oh that's the blick, I don't got it

But touch my bitch, and you get pounded

Black is beautiful, and blue is too

It's gon be true to you, if you don't 

Getcho ass outta here lil nigga

Louis V on her feet

Big Stepper like Kendrick we move through the streets

You reap what you sow but I sow what I reap

Her diamonds are white so they matching my teeth

and she fuckin wit me

My skin lookin perfect, must be OCD

They say that my flow on the track is too nice 

But my nigga I'm mean

Like my whip black, like my bitch black

And she chocolate, like a Kit-Kat

If she toxic, then I'm wit that 

I don't talk shit, I just spit facts

We outside, we outside

We outside, we outside 

We outside, side, side

We outside, we outside

We out-

(Side)

We outside but I'm sumn like an introvert

I'm into her insert that intellect into her

I don't like intercourse

Bitch I'm a Sapiosexual but she just suck me like Kirby, yea

I don't want that bitch to hurt me, yea

I know that I get too flirty but I'm tryna stack up till my early 30s, yea

I don't play nice I play dirty

Huh

Give it a little gas if it need it 

Give it a little gas if it need it

Give it a little black it ain't seasoned

Give it a little passion, give it a little pat on the back

In fact give it a little reassurance and support

Of course I put that mufuckin ball in your court

Of course you talk trash as your last resort

Of course I could wear new sneakers every day of the month

Cuz I'm that type of nigga, huh

Of course I could be the teacher, take attendance

Get a raise I ain't talking hands

I got a shorty name Kitana

Dangerous as fuck and she my biggest fan

I just ignore all the drama, I be outside, fly like Peter Pan

Like my whip black, like my bitch black

And she chocolate, like a Kit-Kat

If she toxic, then I'm wit that 

I don't talk shit, I just spit facts

We outside, we outside

We outside, we outside 

We outside, side, side

We outside, we outside

We out-

(Side)