BLACK MATTER / KAPPA HEAVEN
Bright Campa
GENRE
[PART ONE: BLACK MATTER]
[Intro: Bright Campa]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, heh-heh
[Chorus]
Give her the D and she smiling, Whoa!
With the gang making bangers, woo!
Grab on it rub it, yeah! Go ahead girl
Kiss on the tip! Golden chain so bright!
God is on a lookout, so grateful!
So cold, I caught the flu, no Covid
Wrapped around me as if it was glue
Stand on my money
Feeling on top of the world now
[Verse 1]
No that isn't my girl I was on a trip
With the groupies hopped on me
When I got on top of them, yeah!
Everyone be quiet
Gotta keep the windows closed
Who is knocking at my door?
Better hope that's the Pope
Who is calling my phone?
Gotta keep evеryone on ease
Can't strеss out on this weed
I don't flee, guns up in the air
Crimes must disappear
[Verse 2]
My boys are blue, that's always their clue
Hiding from the truth
Especially when they pay for fake news
Hold up, huh? Cause when they do
We're always making moves
[Verse 3]
Free all the innocents, they didn't do you wrong
I'm tired of the race war, hands up in the air
Pray for the end, only Lord knows when
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Give her the D and she smiling
With the gang making bangers, woo!
Grab on it rub it yeah! go ahead girl
Kiss on the tip! Golden chain so bright!
God is on a lookout, so grateful!
So cold, I caught the flu, no Covid
Wrapped around me as if it was glue
Stand on my money
Feeling on top of the world now
[PART TWO: KAPPA HEAVEN]
[Intro]
Listen to my story, it's about an orgy
I got no time, running through her
Like crossing the line, they do anything for a pint
Is this a crime? Don't ever lie (don't ever lie)
I'm not blind, I know they got eyes
On all on me, beat it so neat
She said my name, it went ”papa please”
[Chorus]
Campa fillin’ them em up with vibes
Money so long, I'm never poor
Always on top, (cold) pussy cold like a slushie
Don't come close, she ready to blow
On my flute, then made em' go Woah
On my flute, then made em' go woah, Woah
[Verse 1]
What rumors haven't gone on and on
I toughen up to layout the playground
This ain't 2K, I'm making the news
Double that and you can see my views
Triple red thanks to my Youtube plays
No games, I got my life under control
Get it out the way
I remember when she called me Shady
Maybe, that's my plan to be
On top of the charts, show off my lyrical charm
They try to stick around
My Energy is a money farm, yet lately
I'm beginning to understand the dreaming
[Chorus]
Campa fillin’ them em up with vibes
Money so long, I'm never poor
Always on top, (cold) pussy cold like a slushie
Don't come close, she ready to blow
On my flute, then made em' go Woah
On my flute, then made em' go Woah, Woah
[Verse 2]
About the streaming, why are we still afraid
To be free away from the sheep's
I know what I need, I'm swimming in circles
However, it feels like the box
This music is to be provided and to be sold by
A product found to be
As human streaming machines
Our favorite artist pleads
They are shivering on their feet
For someone acting hood
They came from the woods
Other than that, being in Rap
Clip clap tools making their shoes tap
Tiptoes, who knows
Better watch who wipes their nose
[Verse 3]
By being the greatest, here's my latest
Just like an old song every woman thongs falls
Hands around your hips, she got the tip
Only for a little bit, she's walking crip
Everyone deserves time to shine
A moment to grind, shoutout to triple nine
I'm the one for now
[Chorus]
Campa fillin’ them em up with vibes
Money so long, I'm never poor
Always on top, (cold) pussy cold like a slushie
Don't come close, she ready to blow
On my flute, then made em' go Woah
On my flute, then made em' go Woah, Woah
[Outro]
Yeah, play that back
[Intro: Bright Campa]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, heh-heh
[Chorus]
Give her the D and she smiling, Whoa!
With the gang making bangers, woo!
Grab on it rub it, yeah! Go ahead girl
Kiss on the tip! Golden chain so bright!
God is on a lookout, so grateful!
So cold, I caught the flu, no Covid
Wrapped around me as if it was glue
Stand on my money
Feeling on top of the world now
[Verse 1]
No that isn't my girl I was on a trip
With the groupies hopped on me
When I got on top of them, yeah!
Everyone be quiet
Gotta keep the windows closed
Who is knocking at my door?
Better hope that's the Pope
Who is calling my phone?
Gotta keep evеryone on ease
Can't strеss out on this weed
I don't flee, guns up in the air
Crimes must disappear
[Verse 2]
My boys are blue, that's always their clue
Hiding from the truth
Especially when they pay for fake news
Hold up, huh? Cause when they do
We're always making moves
[Verse 3]
Free all the innocents, they didn't do you wrong
I'm tired of the race war, hands up in the air
Pray for the end, only Lord knows when
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Give her the D and she smiling
With the gang making bangers, woo!
Grab on it rub it yeah! go ahead girl
Kiss on the tip! Golden chain so bright!
God is on a lookout, so grateful!
So cold, I caught the flu, no Covid
Wrapped around me as if it was glue
Stand on my money
Feeling on top of the world now
[PART TWO: KAPPA HEAVEN]
[Intro]
Listen to my story, it's about an orgy
I got no time, running through her
Like crossing the line, they do anything for a pint
Is this a crime? Don't ever lie (don't ever lie)
I'm not blind, I know they got eyes
On all on me, beat it so neat
She said my name, it went ”papa please”
[Chorus]
Campa fillin’ them em up with vibes
Money so long, I'm never poor
Always on top, (cold) pussy cold like a slushie
Don't come close, she ready to blow
On my flute, then made em' go Woah
On my flute, then made em' go woah, Woah
[Verse 1]
What rumors haven't gone on and on
I toughen up to layout the playground
This ain't 2K, I'm making the news
Double that and you can see my views
Triple red thanks to my Youtube plays
No games, I got my life under control
Get it out the way
I remember when she called me Shady
Maybe, that's my plan to be
On top of the charts, show off my lyrical charm
They try to stick around
My Energy is a money farm, yet lately
I'm beginning to understand the dreaming
[Chorus]
Campa fillin’ them em up with vibes
Money so long, I'm never poor
Always on top, (cold) pussy cold like a slushie
Don't come close, she ready to blow
On my flute, then made em' go Woah
On my flute, then made em' go Woah, Woah
[Verse 2]
About the streaming, why are we still afraid
To be free away from the sheep's
I know what I need, I'm swimming in circles
However, it feels like the box
This music is to be provided and to be sold by
A product found to be
As human streaming machines
Our favorite artist pleads
They are shivering on their feet
For someone acting hood
They came from the woods
Other than that, being in Rap
Clip clap tools making their shoes tap
Tiptoes, who knows
Better watch who wipes their nose
[Verse 3]
By being the greatest, here's my latest
Just like an old song every woman thongs falls
Hands around your hips, she got the tip
Only for a little bit, she's walking crip
Everyone deserves time to shine
A moment to grind, shoutout to triple nine
I'm the one for now
[Chorus]
Campa fillin’ them em up with vibes
Money so long, I'm never poor
Always on top, (cold) pussy cold like a slushie
Don't come close, she ready to blow
On my flute, then made em' go Woah
On my flute, then made em' go Woah, Woah
[Outro]
Yeah, play that back
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