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LB Bidness! Alright, alright, alright Alright, alright, yeah! Alright, yuh, alright, alright Uh, black skin, black faces Black people make black magic So pay me every fuckin' dime and add taxes Cop a feel in a room full of brass tactics I been about that work, boy, I been ass-cappin' You lyin' 'bout yo bread, nigga you axe cappin' You really 'bout that life, or you just hashtaggin'? You really self made or is you cash-appin'? Doin' everything you can to make the cash happen? These new niggas do a whole lotta back slappin' See you win without they help, then they golf clappin' No applause in my trophy hall I'm still focused on the goal and not what's hangin' on the walls Listen, all I need is the sports channel And a glass of your finest red, you feel me? Ha! You can make it better, why don't you love? (Yeah!) You can make it better, why don't you love? (Oh!) You can make it better, why don't you love? (C'mon!) You can make it better, why don't you love? Yo, I sat down and I started writing you this letter I'll never make it perfect, just tryna make it better You can make it better, why don't you love? (Alright!) You can make it better, why don't you love? (Go!) You can make it better, why don't you love? (Alright!) You can make it better, why don't you love? Black skin, black faces Black people make black magic Cut from a different cloth, you know the finest fabric That's intertwined in our DNA, you go to work Whether you corner boy or starrin' in the NBA Even if you never left the porch, gotta know you pray 'Cause once they put you in the game, gotta know the play And when it's time to leave the game, take a bow and say "Thanks for the warm welcome, I ain't tryna overstay" Good timin', the importance of, I can't overstate Drop facts over hotwax like odelay The killer type on a thriller night like ola ray It's close to midnight, get right and let's motivate I need my ginger ale, and 5 lemon peppers All flats, nigga, let's go! You can make it better, why don't you love? (C'mon!) You can make it better, why don't you love? (Yeah!) You can make it better, why don't you love? (C'mon!) You can make it better, why don't you love? Ayy yo, I shed a tear when I started writing you this letter I'll never make it perfect I'm just tryna make it better You can make it better, why don't you love? (Alright!) You can make it better, why don't you love? (Ahuh) You can make it better, why don't you love? (Ok!) You can make it better, why don't you love? (I just wanna make it) Alright, alright, alright, alright
Writer(s): Phonte Lyshod Coleman, Dexter Raymond Jr. Mills, Bernard Edwards, Jairus Lemuel-jada Mozee, Thomas Jones, Brandon Paak Anderson, Kadhja Bonet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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