Taboo Punx - B.A.P.s.

I'm not tryna talk down on no man
But ain't no man gon' keep talkin' down
And thinkin' that a woman's is the worst
Fuck that
Now shake that ass girl
Get them mass sales girl 
This not a man's world 
Chicks gettin' cash girl 
This is a brash world
We independent
Pick our own cast girl
Time tickin' in the hourglass girl
Fuck yo past girl
We livin' in a fast world 
Cultures clash girl
And we black like B.A.P.s. girl 
Black like
Black like
Bla-bla-black like
B.A.P.s. girl
I did that on my own
You say I'm a bitch
Well this bitch gonna ascend to the throne
You gon' say my name like that rapper Mike Jones
Grip it, cop it, get that profit
All black prophets, convert to Muhammad
Fuck Davy Crockett
This not no shit for the market
U.S. caucus, propaganda, silent lies like Miranda rights
Fuck yo commander
Pink bandana, for the culture, Santana
Dirty Diana, collecting coupons
Groupie servicin' Groupon
Everybody pushin' trap
Yo shit sound like an act
Mine is a clap-back like Mortal Kombat
I'm bizarre 'cause I'm from fucking Mars
I go rogue like I'm Darth Vader
(I'm so sorry)
It's a cop around the corner, beep beep
(Beep beep)
'Cause there's a spot around the corner selling treats
(Selling treats)
And a stoner and a loner in a Jeep
(In a Jeep)
And there's a mob around the corner rolling deep
(Rolling deep)
But I will not comply with these freaks
(Fucking freaks)
I know a lie that supplies these streets
Do you fuck with mine (Now shake that ass girl)
Do you fuck with mine (Get them mass sales girl)
Do you fuck with mine (This not a man's world)
Yeah, do you fuck with mine (Chicks gettin' cash girl)
Bitch I write my verses
That mean I fucking deserve it
A philosopher told me
That when people lack depth
They are above the surface
So I sink below the surface
Whoah, that's deep
Whoah, what a feat
You're not my rival
First we need a revival
Cain missed that scripture in the Bible
Nigga I'm able
Can't sit at my table
With them rap sheets full of fables
Pretentious pretenders living in la-la land
That's how you make that fender bender
Boys say bitches is friendly 'cause they want that money
(Fuck that)
Girls say niggas is friendly 'cause they want that monkey
(Fuck that)
Reclamation of B.A.P.s. say fuck that
We gon' get this money
I'm not no puppy
Not fuckin' 'round with these yuppies
That's yucky
Fuck boy mundane like Monday
B.A.P.s. take her civil rights
Like she come from Montgomery
Unhinging chains, not fuckin' with chains
Coming to Kentucky
Like that boy Buc-ee's
That boy got some buck teeth
Country boy he so hungry
You can keep on worshipin' that monkey
But she say she only come for Sundays
(I'm so sorry)
It's a cop around the corner, beep beep
(Beep beep)
'Cause there's a spot around the corner selling treats
(Selling treats)
And a stoner and a loner in a Jeep
(In a Jeep)
And there's a mob around the corner rolling deep
(Rolling deep)
But I will not comply with these freaks
(Fucking freaks)
I know a lie that supplies these streets
Do you fuck with mine (Now shake that ass girl)
Do you fuck with mine (Get them mass sales girl)
Do you fuck with mine (This not a man's world)
Yeah, do you fuck with mine (Chicks gettin' cash girl)
Time tickin' in the hourglass girl
Cultures clash girl
And we black like B.A.P.s. girl
Livin' in a fast world
Fuck yo past girl
And we black like
Black like
Bla-bla-black like
B.A.P.s. girl

Written by:
Aylin Sozen

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