Forever Dead! - Black Mamba (Radio Edit)

B.L.A.C.K.M.A.M.B.A

28 grams in the mail
You know this shit aint for sale
I don't care about anyone else
I'm gonna smoke it all to my self

I see you gawking out the window across the road
I know you smell what you cant smoke
You couldn't handle this shit anyway
This shit will wreck your whole fucking day

OOOOOHHHHH BLACK MAMBA

B.L.A.C.K.M.A.M.B.A

Holy shit I can't believe
I found a seed in my weed
I'm gonna plant it in some soil
I'm gonna grow it all for my self

I see you creeping through my crop late at night
Your looking at my green delight
You couldn't handle this shit anyway
This shit will wreck your whole fucking day

OOOOOHHHHH BLACK MAMBA

Written by:
Chelsea Gratz, George Gratz, Tyler Gratz

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