Black Is Blue

Hold on Don't fall asleep to this Listen to me on this, slowly Follow my vocal like a compass woah Now use my inflections But they wall your functions Slow, now it's up Woah, and it's stuck They say I talk about sex too much tho Like really was that sexual yo They say I'm always getting sexual, sexual But I'm a poet tho Is it cause my black is blue Is it cause my black is blue Is it cause my black is blue Nah, I didn't stutter I didn't stutter I hope my skin don't dirt this white bikini Is what I worry about whenever they come near me Meanwhile I'm tryna hide this fat punini Guess I talk about sex too much, hmm I know I'm not like other girls, other girls, cover girls, yeah In another world, other world, other world Call me strange is true to call me strange Doctor strange Say I talk about sex too much No way They say I talk about sex too much No way Is it cause my black is blue A little bit of raspberry blue Is it cause my black is blue Nah, I didn't stutter I didn't stutter I knew five guys, one's a wise guy, one's a smart guy and a shy guy And a sly guy but the funny guy Oh, the funny guy got my tummy tight, yeah The sly guy he a little bit of chubby Always talking about his money So I make him spend his money And the wise guy with a thunder like Forgot of thunder pipe And then you say I talk about sex too much Nigga, that's a trip if you just act that up Listen, the boss keeps trippin like don't sex it up Listen, I throw a pussy line just to wrap it up Like a bow top is not about that sexual yeah But I-I-I keep it drippin cause you know I-I-I have to yo, yeah And I and I and I-I keep it pimpin cause I'm-I'm flexible, yeah I-I-I-I-I keep it drippin but-but do they listen (I keep on simpin) Is it cause my black is blue Is it cause my black is blue Is it cause my black is too blue Oh no I didn't stutter I didn't stutter Is it 'cause 'cause 'cause I'm black, black, blue, blue oh Is it 'cause 'cause 'cause I'm black, black, blue, blue Motherfucker what the fuck what the fuck did I do to you I'm chocolate dipped in fucking purple Just call your Peter Imma need her They say I talk about sex too much, sex too much Come on now Sex too much, sex too much I wasn't even sexual, aye