[Hook: Ace Hood]
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Okay now guess who's back
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In a black Maybach
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With a black card on me, better know it's straight like that
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My nigga we black on black, black on black
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My Rolex gold, but know my strap all black
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My nigga we black on black
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Flag all black
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Put it all on that
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My niggas gon' ride for a fact
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Yeah homie we black on black, black on black
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One thing that's fact: I'm rich and black
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[Verse 1: Gunplay]
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I put black on the paint
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I whip white in the sink
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I put work on the pike
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I ain't scared of handcuffs and links
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Only thing that petrify me is no money in bank
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I'ma Chevy out there sprayin' bitch, I'll jail bite the crank
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I'm a shark out the tank, I don't bark I just bite
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Keep that K all day, don't walk up on me I'll pull that knife
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All gold Dayton spokes strokin' the pavement slow
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I did that hoe a favor and she paid me back in throat
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I told the kitchen they wasn't cutting the loaf
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Butcher knife on the shelf like, a¢æ©«Where the fuck the filet mignon?a¢æ?
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Take a close look at my face, the war paint is on
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Stuck my dick in the world, now I'm raping this song, I'm wrong?
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Bun B]
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Man I'm sitting in a black room dressed up in a black fit
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I'm cleaning my black guns and loading my black clips
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Count from one to fifty, that's a fully loaded mag
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I pick it all up and put it in a black bag
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Put on my black gloves, put on my black mask
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Pop my trunk and load it up and jump in my black Jag
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Sipping on black Hennessy out of a black flask
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And best believe that I'm coming to get your black ass
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When I pull that Mac out, they know I'm finna black out
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They start hitting fences, taking alley ways and the back route
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I caught one of a¢æ?em slipping, put that thing up to his back
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Pulled that trigger on that nigga, and all he saw was black
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
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Okay now black lil nigga, in them all black denims
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With a Mossberg pump that'll have them sleep in your liver
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Better watch that shit that you say, my goons don't play
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That black Glock 9 never leave my side, no way
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I keep that strap when I pray, even when I bow head to say grace
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Any nigga bring beef my way, better let that 4-4 spray
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Yeah nigga that's black on black, my whips all black
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That Ghost don't fold, them four Diablos on that
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And I keep that black Louis bag, racks on racks
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My bitch so bad, Chinese and black, yeah
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I'm a wild young nigga, getting rich off rap
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My Rolex fitted, spent about sixty on that
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[Hook]
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Black On Black
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Maybach Music Group |