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lirik lagu dark shades – lil wayne

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dark -ss shades, i can’t see them haters
now eat these f-ckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
i don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
b-tch i’m on that patron, f-ck with me wrong and get murked
got a silencer on the gun, that b-tch go “pu”
got a silencer on the gun, that b-tch go “pu”
got a silencer on the gun, that b-tch go “pu”
got-got a mean -ss swagga, my b-tches do too

uh, mack in this b-tch, tell ’em hoes i’m about it
these n-ggas sweet, a bunch of f-cking brownies
the f-ck you’re talking about, i’m a g like a thousand
i’m on my one two, and b-tch i’m still counting
you n-ggas got problems, well i got bigger problems
my guns all black, make me bring the n-gga out ’em
you don’t want that, homie
plus i got that pick-up on me, finger f-ck nina
she h-rny, you won’t see tomorrow morning (n-gga)
we so f-cking cold, young money, money old
life is full of choices and your b-tch chose (n-gga)
i’m so holley grove, f-f-ck them other n-ggas
and if the gun’s strong i’ll paint a f-cking picture
you know what i’m on, a bag of that strong
you know where i’m going, (b-tch) i’m going, going, gone!
n-gga holler at your boy, i-i don’t give a f-ck
got a silence on the gun, make me shut you n-ggas up

dark -ss shades, i can’t see them haters
now eat these f-ckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
i don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
b-tch i’m on that patron, f-ck with me wrong and get murked
got a silencer on the gun, that b-tch go “pu”
got a silencer on the gun, that b-tch go “pu”
got a silencer on the gun, that b-tch go “pu”
got-got a mean -ss swagga, my b-tches do too

just a third ward gangsta, been filthy , top ranker
hustler, shot caller
k!ll ’em all, keep banking
big mansions on the island
popping shots out the bottle
spending cause we’re winning
five star, money, and power!
hunting while we stunting (b-tch), triggerman hood rich
built on some solid sh-t, bad b-tch born rich
chandelier (sh-t), marble full of bricks
turn water into wine, hit your set and paint that b-tch
o-o-out the bentley with them doves, stashes for the plug
green and red bottom, throwing hundreds in the club
bossing on the shine, we the n-ggas running sh-t
blood to blood-line, pearl white black tints
head light, red light, spend them at the green light
flash light, fast life, hit ’em for a cheap price
uptown swagger life, living like we live it twice
point blank aim (n-gga), give ah f-ck about the price

dark -ss shades, i can’t see them haters
now eat these f-ckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
i don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
b-tch i’m on that patron, f-ck with me wrong and get murked
got a silencer on the gun, that b-tch go “pu”
got a silencer on the gun, that b-tch go “pu”
got a silencer on the gun, that b-tch go “pu”
got-got a mean -ss swagga, my b-tches do too

b-tch i’m from new orleans
rest in peace magnolia shorty
and i come from hollygrove
that b-tch is wild as a safari
i go stupid, i go r-t-rded
the gr-ss is greener in my garden
swagger meaner than the warden
pow pow pow i ain’t with arguing, hah
leave a n-gga leaking
if you scared go see the deacon
got a silencer on the gun but them bullets still speakin’
got a buncha b-tches tweaking
to tell me all of their secrets
and if i get in that p-ssy
i’m on her walls like graffiti
you’s dead pita bread, you a fed -ss n-gga
i’m on my vampire, bl–dy red flag n-gga
f-cking with lil tunechi get your head smashed n-gga
hit you dead on the money call that dead cash n-gga
and it’s, party time excellent waynes world
party time excellent waynes world
tonight i’m probably f-cking another n-ggas girl
party time excellent waynes world

dark -ss shades, i can’t see them haters
now eat these f-ckin’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
i don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
b-tch i’m on that patron, f-ck with me wrong and get murked
got a silencer on the gun, that b-tch go “pu”
got a silencer on the gun, that b-tch go “pu”
got a silencer on the gun, that b-tch go “pu”
got-got a mean -ss swagga, my b-tches do too

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