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Lil’ Wayne – Darkside

Исполнители: Lil' Wayne
Альбомы: Lil' Wayne – Funeral
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Текст Lil’ Wayne – Darkside

Текст:

Darkside, darkside, darkside
Darkside, darkside, darkside

We don’t like these niggas, we don’t fight these niggas
We ‘goodnight’ these niggas, you look like these niggas

Fu-fuck it, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck ’em up
Hit ’em up, hunt ’em down, hurry up
Shoot ’em up, shut ’em down, shut ’em up
Eat her out, dick her down, cuddle up
But bitches comin’ ’round with the funny love
Lick me up, lick me down, done enough
Eat her up, spit her out, bubblegum
Treat her right, treat her out, trouble come
Got some cocaine and a couple blunts
It’s ashes to ashes, dust to dust
.44 plastic, the rubber bust
We don’t wear masks, it must be us

I got the Holy Ghost in my Backwood
On my tippy-toes and them flat-foot
Bitch pigeon-toed and her cat good
I know her pussy hole like my MacBook
She Tootsie-Roll on the black wood
Get her own page in the black book
And it’s startin’ to fell like I’m attached to her
If it’s that good, put a stamp to her
And I’m a warlord to these fuckin’ boys
Double-edged sword in a bubble, boy
I just won a war in the Hummer ‘fore I’m ’bout to come to yours
Lookin’ for a war, I am nothin’ more than somethin’ more
Than much more as the punch pour
And I slunch more with my lungs sore

I smoke you and your blunt blowers

Let’s get on with it, Megatron with it
Telephone like a tetethon
Bitches workin’ bitches like a Peloton
Finish yellow bones dizzy, very long visits
And I’m talkin’ numbers, Jerry Jone digits
I’m at home sippin’ and I’m gone sippin’
Got a Draco with my arm in it
Shoot you in your heart, put some charm in it
Sorry, gotta leave your momma tormented
Bah, bah, bah if she come in it
Cops pulled up, and they vomited
I am not finished, hope they long-winded
Money long-livin’ with a strong finish
Dead presidents, wasn’t born with it, I’ma die with it
I’m amor with it, didn’t start livin’ till the war ended

It’s wartime, wartime, wartime
Y’all lil niggas small time
All my niggas ex-cons
And we do not fuck with y’all kind
Bitch, it’s wartime, wartime, wartime
Y’all lil nigga small time
All my niggas done time
Or they doin’ time, that’s just lost time
It’s still wartime, wartime, wartime
Darkside, darkside, darkside
Pull up, brrt, skrrt
Then we joride till the car die

Bitch, it’s wartime, wartime, wartime, wartime
No talk time
Chalk time, all-time, hard time
Bitch

Darkside, darkside, darkside
Darkside, darkside, darkside, bitch

Альбом

Lil' Wayne – Funeral