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nightfall - darkspin lyrics

[intro: gucci mane]
bow, stupid guns, n*gga, dead serious
n*gga, real with m’s and sh*t, walkin’ ’round, ya feel me?
layin’ that sh*t on they face, ya feel me?
so icey boyz, n*gga, we represent destruction, n*gga
death, mayhem, murder and madness, n*gga
you try me you gon’ die, you try the squad you gon’ die, a slow death torture, cuttin’ ya pinkies off, ya d*ck off, broomstick up the ass
i’m all, i’m with all that sh*t, n*gga, you got the right man

[chorus: preme hardy]
see, that’s the type of sh*t i hate
my b*tch smile can light the world
i put diamonds on her face
he say he done caught a body, what?
tell me what it take
she say she was in my ‘rari, what?
tell me how that race

[verse: preme hardy]
they say i ain’t never miss
my watch aimed in, but it blitz
when i first got to that wock’
it was tap, but i sip tris’
get that neck, then i dismiss
up that tec, then i dismiss
i got diamonds on my neck
and they upset, my wrist look p*ssed, uh (d*mn)
n*ggas say they better than me, uh
know he dead wrong
thinkin’ with his zip, we up that fye
that’s a headstone
can buy my mama a crib
there was a time i made my bed wrong
that boy say he dissed on me
that’s his put*to*bed song (shh, shh, shh)
uh (shh)
and these n*ggas know i started this
and i keep that fye on me
i hit sh*t just like artemis
n*ggas wan’ get close to me
but they ain’t have no part in this
b*tch, i’m who i’m ‘posed to be
no one helped me get far with this
and i be on my own sh*t
no one can be on par with this
and don’t mess with no one close to me
i’m the one that get yo’ daughter hit
when i go to sleep, i close my phone
i know that b*tch gon’ lurk in it
and i f*ck that b*tch for hours long
i gave that b*tch that perky d*ck
they don’t wanna do no feats
they know that i’m gon’ murder it
and the doctor gave me percs
and he know i ain’t had no surgery
yeah, i be out my top
yeah, i tell them to pardon me
my chain on me, my neck on froze
don’t think that you can startle me
uh, all it take to ask a b*tch
like, “hey, do you wan’ boot up?”
i crop my tee
that don’t mean that i won’t shoot up
uh, i touched a v
call my shooter, he wan’ suit up
he get happy off of beef
make this 45 f*ck his mood up
all i wanna ask
man, just free my n*gga styles though
only been one year
it just feel like it’s a while, though
balenci’ all on me
man, this sh*t is gettin’ wild, though
these n*ggas won’t mix it
but i know that sh*t my style, though (yeah*yeah)
know she won’t admit it
but i know she jack my style, though
they paid to come see me
i’m so high, i’m in the crowd, though
these n*ggas won’t admit it, though
i’m the best at what i do (uh)
my b*tch want some margielas
i’m the type to purchase two (huh)
i’m so up, my money long
n*gga, i can purchase you (you don’t—)
[bridge: preme hardy]
(uh, uh, cht, uh)
(n*gga, i can’t purchase you, uh, cht)

[outro: preme hardy]
(uh, cht, uh, uh, yeah)
(tell me how that race)
(i was out in, uh*uh*uh)
(f*ck that b*tch, get off my, ayy, hah)
(i just want that, uh)
(flew bad b*tches out of state)

- darkspin lyrics

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