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bad ass black boy - la the darkman lyrics

[verse 1: la the darkman]
i’m a brooklyn brawler, new york, n*gga
f*ckin with some country boy gettin caked up quicker
all my guns are bigger, with a hair pinned trigger
purple is my herb, hennessy is my liquor
used to drive an acc vigor, now it’s caddy gts
when it come to narcotic traffic’n n*gga i’m the best
i*10, i*9*5, or i*40 west
suv full of bricks, put them coppers to the test
i don’t even break a sweat, no time to recollect
with a white girl driver, playboy she a vet
got a mexican connect, he speak no eng*lay
keep a translator wit em every time i go to pay
see him january, february, march, april, may
with suitcases of cash so i know he don’t play
load the work up in the night, hit the highway in the day
n*ggas chirpin where i’m at, i tell em i’m on my way
a pharmacist, i’m medical, my word’s respectable
my flow’s impeccable, my life’s incredible
you n*ggas is edible, f*ckin wit a wolf
yall p*ssy, so i’ma make sure yall dush
blowin california kush in a mansion with b*tches dance’n
hooded like h*lly hanson, wicked like marylin manson
weeded like harlem branson, it is what it is
get your head blew off for melding in my biz
this la
[chorus: la the darkman, (willie the kid)]
i’m a bad ass black boy, bad ass black boy, bad ass black boy
(i’m a motherf*ckin’ hustler)
i’m a bad ass black boy, bad ass black boy, bad ass black boy
(i’m a motherf*ckin’ hustler)
i’m a bad ass black boy, bad ass black boy, bad ass black boy
(i’m a motherf*ckin’ hustler)
i’m a bad ass black boy, bad ass black boy, bad ass black boy
(i’m a motherf*ckin’ hustler)

[verse 2: willie the kid]
it’s somethin’ that i can, a n*gga stand tall
y’all n*ggas know the name, n*gga i just wanna ball
i’m a motherf*ckin’ hustler, motherf*ckin’ hustler
motherf*ckin’ hustler, motherf*ckin’ hustler
it ain’t a n*gga like me, that n*gga k.i.d
that n*gga l.a.d., embassy, c.u.b
i’m a motherf*ckin’ hustler, motherf*ckin’ hustler
motherf*ckin’ hustler, motherf*ckin’ hustler
and we soakin’ up game, y’all n*ggas so soft
we choppin’ with them choppers, got them bottles poppin’ off
i’m a motherf*ckin’ hustler, motherf*ckin’ hustler
motherf*ckin’ hustler, motherf*ckin’ hustler
and your b*tch is on my d*ck, she blowin’ up my phone
she hit me on the chirp, won’t leave me alone
i’m a motherf*ckin’ hustler, motherf*ckin’ hustler
motherf*ckin’ hustler, motherf*ckin’ hustler

- la the darkman lyrics

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