Текст lil darkie – BABA
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Lil Darkie (Kamaara):
(Yeah)
HEAL
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Tryna run up on me nigga in my lane?
Tryna run up on me nigga you insane
«Tryna run up on yo gang hit that stain?»
Try to run up me nigga eat yo brain!
Brain, brain, eat your brains nigga
I might shoot your cousin, get to bustin’ with the same trigger
Uh, uh, I’m a motherfuckin’ grave digger
Kicking and screamin’, I’m deciding where you lay nigga
Uh, uh, I’m a piece of shit
Twitter finger run it nigga you gon’ get your nieces hit, ra-ra
Bitch I-I always got da fa-fa
Yeah, yeah
Nigga sweating when he see the na, na
Bye, bye
I been hitting since a midget
Leave a nigga spinning 3 holes make him fidget
Rigid, not hard like you soft niggas saying
Why you playing me nigga, you not legit, digit
KAMARRA:
Boy with that big MAC
Whiplash, blow your whole shit back
Big 30 on me, pussy (snick snack)
Blast room to inmate
Matte black, get ’em traced
Better cancel on your bitch, know your fuckin’ plans
Hollow tip is flyin’ through your body, like a hologram
Don’t you tempt me, fuckin’ lil bitch
Fuck up on your mans
He’s who put this molly on your tummy, lemme see you dance
Gra-gra-gra
Pull out the metal and shoot at the OPs
What in the tank, it took a lot
Talk to the devil, he came here to rot
Try out the stove, don’t turn on the block
Because we don’ taking some shit for the rock
What in the tank, it took a lot
What in the tank, it took a- yuh
Tryna’ run up on me pussy in my… lane
Tryna’ run up on me pussy you in-sane
Tryna’ run up on your gang, hit that… stain
Tryna’ run up on me pussy, eat your… brain
Tryna’ run up on me pussy in my… lane
Tryna’ run up on me pussy you in-sane
Tryna’ run up on your gang, hit that… stain
Tryna’ run up on me pussy, eat your… brain
Bruhmanegod:
I might go drop the fucking pistol so official
So if it’s fiscal you can run up on me now
?
Lil Darkie:
Bitch ass nigga, I could push yo’ head back like whiplash
Trigga, where the fuck are you nigga at?
You clutching a bigger gat?
You sucking a nigga sack for a feature to bring you back from the dead cause yo shit is wack
Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer
I wonder if you other people know I do
Why you fucking hella randoms? Low IQ
Why you rolling every weekend, then complain that you depressed
Why you acting like a pussy? Nigga put on that dress
Why you spending every waking moment settling for less?
Why you posting on the internet, and caring ’bout a number
Why you rapping like you with it, but you tweeting like a bummer
Shut the fuck nigga
Everyday is summer
Bitch I woke up, ate a carrot and cucumber
Most you niggas only eat high cause it’s «funner»
Try eating sober see if you een got an appetite
Doing too much rapping, too much capping, you a faggot type
I be doing work, and going stupid in the black of night
Tryna run up on me nigga in my lane?
Tryna run up on me nigga you insane
«Tryna run up on yo gang hit that stain?»
Try to run up me nigga eat yo brain!
Brain, brain, I might eat yo’ brains nigga
I might get to buzzin, bitch it’s baba to you
Nigga, I’m Indian