Dark Shades
Lyrics
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I'm so twisted
Mack
Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these fuckin bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I'm on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pew"
That bitch go "pew", that bitch go "pew"
Got-got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pew"
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too
Uh, Mack in this bitch, tell 'em hoes I'm 'bout it
These niggas sweet, bunch of fuckin' brownies
Fuck you talkin' 'bout bitch? I'm a G like a thousand
I'm on my one-two, and bitch I'm still countin'
You niggas got problems? Well I got bigger problems
My guns all black, make me bring the nigga out 'em
You don't want that homie, trust I got that blicker on me
Finger fuck Nina, she horny, you won't see tomorrow mornin'
Nigga we so fuckin' cold, Young Money, money old
Life is full of choices and your bitch chose
Nigga I'm so Hollygrove, fuck them other niggas
And if the gun's drawn, I'll paint a fuckin' picture
Nigga you know what I'm on, a bag of that strong
Nigga you know where I'm goin', bitch I'm goin', goin', gone
Nigga holla at your boy, I-I don't give a fuck
Got a silence on the gun, make me shut you niggas up
Mack
Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these fuckin' bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I'm on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pew"
That bitch go "pew", that bitch go "pew"
Got-got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pew"
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too
Just a Third Ward gangsta, been filthy, top ranker
Hustler, shot caller, kill 'em all, keep bankin'
Big mansions on the island, poppin' shots out the bottle
Spendin' 'cause we're winnin', five star, money and power
Huntin' while we stuntin' bitch, triggerman hood rich
Built on some solid shit, bad bitch born rich
Chandelier shit, marble full of bricks
Turn water into wine, hit your set and paint that bitch
Out the Bentley with them doves, stashes for the plug
Green and red bottom, throwin' hundreds in the club
Bossin' on the shine, we the niggas runnin' shit
Blood to bloodline, pearl white, black tints
Head light, red light, spinned them at the green light
Flashlight, fast life, hit 'em for a cheap price
Uptown swagger life, livin' like we live it twice
Point blank aim nigga, give a fuck about the price
Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these fuckin bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I'm on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pew"
That bitch go "pew", that bitch go "pew"
Got-got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pew"
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too
Uh, bitch I'm from New Orleans, rest in peace Magnolia Shorty
And I come from Hollygrove, that bitch is wild as a safari
I go stupid, I go retarded, the grass is greener in my garden
Swagger meaner than the warden, pow pow pow, I ain't with arguin', hah
Leave a nigga leakin', if you scared, go see the deacon
Got a silencer on the gun, but them bullets still speakin'
Got a bunch of bitches tweakin' to tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that pussy, I'm on her walls like graffiti
You's a dead pita bread, you're a Fed ass nigga
I'm on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga
Fuckin' with Lil Tunechi, get your head smashed nigga
Hit you dead on the money, call that dead cash nigga
And it's, party time, excellent, Wayne's World
Party time, excellent, Wayne's World
Tonight I'll probably fuck another nigga girl
Party time, excellent, Wayne's World
Dark ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these fuckin bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Bitch I'm on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pew"
That bitch go "pew", that bitch go "pew"
Got-got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pew"
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too, yeah
Writer(s): Bryan Williams, Dwayne Carter, Jermaine Anthony Preyan, Michael Anthony Wheaton, Rondell Cobbs
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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