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Blacc Cream Video (MV)




Performed By: Tsu Surf
Featuring: Benny the Butcher
Length: 2:31
Written by: Jeremie Pennick, Rahjon Cox




Tsu Surf - Blacc Cream Lyrics
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[ Featuring Benny the Butcher ]

(Sharke on the beat)
(Black cream)
Gang

No pictures wit' the plug, he good as don't exist
A duffel bag of hundreds with us
Sailors open doors, don't let 'em front it to us
I gotta decline kind gestures
Came from money, business partners if you trust me with it
Bitch, she bilingual case it's funny business
Them niggas only know you got it if you make it known
Trips to the face alone
Shut off conversation, feds taping phones
Heard a lil' static, had to change the phone
Square bitch drivin', tryna make it home
Who you got besides yourself?
Might as well go and get it
He just want beat it, bro
Wasn't cut for co-defendant
Trench is like the jungle, who surviving?
Pictures on the table, both shooters and who driving
The clarity's surprising
Trap things, out here since the AM for this black cream
First name basis with these crack fiends (yo)
Cops inquiring 'bout what these tats mean
I'm just tryna stack cream (flex, flex)
That all black cream

(Black cream)
Ayo, Surf, you know I feel you on this shit, right?
(Black cream) Uh-huh
Check one, check two
The Butcher coming, nigga (black cream)

Shoulda seen me, grinding and stayin' alive wasn't easy
Needed more hammers than hugs when mama couldn't feed me
Trusted the process and like magic, made them pussies king me
Treated the Pyrex and the cabinet like it was a genie
Probably start up a turf war off a Benny and Surf song
At your funeral, twenty niggas with straps in a church hall
If you real, you get your name on a tat, or a verse dawg
Twenty-one gun salute in a lot, then we murk off
Niggas envy 'cause they never could f*ck with me, it's too much
They want me sitting back in federal custody, I had enough
I walked the plug for a eighteen soft and patched it up
Told that nigga, "I'm around, get wit' us" and backed it up
What you know about black cream? I'm havin' bad dreams
That I'm down to my last few thou', with my last fiends
Brown dope with white cut, it's like a half-breed
I'ma make it, stack it and clean it, long as cash green (The Butcher)

(Black cream)
(Black cream)
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(Sharke on the beat)
(Black cream)
Gang

No pictures wit' the plug, he good as don't exist
A duffel bag of hundreds with us
Sailors open doors, don't let 'em front it to us
I gotta decline kind gestures
Came from money, business partners if you trust me with it
Bitch, she bilingual case it's funny business
Them niggas only know you got it if you make it known
Trips to the face alone
Shut off conversation, feds taping phones
Heard a lil' static, had to change the phone
Square bitch drivin', tryna make it home
Who you got besides yourself?
Might as well go and get it
He just want beat it, bro
Wasn't cut for co-defendant
Trench is like the jungle, who surviving?
Pictures on the table, both shooters and who driving
The clarity's surprising
Trap things, out here since the AM for this black cream
First name basis with these crack fiends (yo)
Cops inquiring 'bout what these tats mean
I'm just tryna stack cream (flex, flex)
That all black cream

(Black cream)
Ayo, Surf, you know I feel you on this shit, right?
(Black cream) Uh-huh
Check one, check two
The Butcher coming, nigga (black cream)

Shoulda seen me, grinding and stayin' alive wasn't easy
Needed more hammers than hugs when mama couldn't feed me
Trusted the process and like magic, made them pussies king me
Treated the Pyrex and the cabinet like it was a genie
Probably start up a turf war off a Benny and Surf song
At your funeral, twenty niggas with straps in a church hall
If you real, you get your name on a tat, or a verse dawg
Twenty-one gun salute in a lot, then we murk off
Niggas envy 'cause they never could f*ck with me, it's too much
They want me sitting back in federal custody, I had enough
I walked the plug for a eighteen soft and patched it up
Told that nigga, "I'm around, get wit' us" and backed it up
What you know about black cream? I'm havin' bad dreams
That I'm down to my last few thou', with my last fiends
Brown dope with white cut, it's like a half-breed
I'ma make it, stack it and clean it, long as cash green (The Butcher)

(Black cream)
(Black cream)
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Writer: Jeremie Pennick, Rahjon Cox
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, CTM Publishing

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