Death Of a Black Girl

She loves to look at all the pretty lights
Home girl with them brown eyes
Skinny jeans looking skin tight
Says she’s looking for a paying guyMama don’t care, and her daddy gone
Bought all her clothes all on her own
Dark chocolate is her skin tone
They only love her with the lights off'Cause she’s a real one, real one
Big heart
Sweet girlOh she’s a pretty girl
Definition of a southern belle
Looking for a way out'Cause she’s a real one, real one
Big heart
Sweet girlLife caught up to the black girl
Sad death for the black girl, sad day for the black girlHere’s what she said baby
Hold on, don’t let go and let your hair fall to your hips
They wanna see how it feels
To be a black girlHold on, don’t let go and let your hair fall to your hips
They wanna see how it feels
Death of a black girlShe loves the loving that she gets from guys
But they don’t love her to stay by her side
It’s heartbreaking when you think twice
She’s so fine she’ll make you blink twiceThey love to replicate what they don’t own
And make millions from originals
Home boy said he wants that
And leave her hanging for a fake one'Cause she’s a real one, real one
Big heart
Sweet girlOh she’s a pretty girl
Definition of a southern belle
Looking for a way out'Cause she’s a real one, real one
Big heart
Sweet girlLife caught up to the black girl
Sad death for the black girl, sad day for the black girl
Here’s what she said baby
Hold on, don’t let go and let your hair fall to your hips
They wanna see how it feels
To be a black girlHold on, don’t let go and let your hair fall to your hips
They wanna see how it feels
Death of a black girl