the BLACK seminole.

Lil Yachty

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    Sex symbol, the Black Seminole
    A sex symbol, the Black Seminole
    African Rambo with more ammo
    Can't be escaped, I'm on every channel

    What's wrong? What's wrong, Mr. Man?
    Your eyes are low
    And you're walking with both hands on your head
    His response, he's on a clean, clean high
    Both feet up on the ground
    But his head's way, way, way in the sky

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    The Black Seminole, a head general
    This deep connection, a large interval
    A black man with mouths to feed
    Embracing equality throughout greed

    No time to joke around, the kid is now a man
    And the sadness is filled with remarkable sounds
    This part I've seen in my dreams
    Love is not a lie, it just feels like a Tarantino movie scene

    Now
    Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
    Mm-mm-mmm, ooh
    Ah-ha, aaah, yeah-hey, yeah

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    Composition: Lil Yachty

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