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lil darkie

wrap music

 

wrap music

(album: THIS DOES NOT EXIST - 2020)


Put cha mind to it
N do it the fluid stewing
Better stir it fore it's ruined
Goodness sake
Ain't no more leaves in the trees
Hood is raked
But I'm baked
Because I got it imported
Where they make, it at?

I hear the bacon splat
You know we taking that
Back home
I put the chrome to the front of your dome
And say
Please stop littering
And jittering so much
With a finger I could touch
On the trigger like the clutch

Switch gears
Ditch peers
That be rolling up a dutch
Hoe you must be retarded
Throwing gas up in that flavoring
Savoring it much?
I'm behaving like a rapper
Wrap a wrapper round the crutch
Raw paper that I'm favoring

Rap music
And if it slap choose it
If you a fruit, bruising
That mean you shoot 2s in
And never 3s nigga
Be with my gs nigga
You fall from trees that
Prolly swarming with bees nigga

Sometimes I forget that every blunt is different
And every hit I take I should be living in
But I be stressing absent minded
I keep the rats from finding out
Where all my cheese is hiding
I keep it wrapped in binding

But then I realize everything has passed me by
And stressing out has left me worried bout your last reply
I have to power thru and overcome myself defy
The odds, bitch I like a challenge so I might be finding oz

In another life id be a bad bitch, savage
Cooking up some cabbage you can ravage, nigga
Eat up and kick ya feet up
Recline ya seat cup
Holder colder with the ice inside it
I'm enticing unsurprising
In another life id be a big man
Cig hand puffing on tobacco while I dig mad
Graves killing shit and filling it with stuffing
Hella rough for nothing but the huffing odor
Pleasant eat a pheasant
Like a peasant kinging

Wild west sickening
Yuh I ended up round here, down here
Other side of town we're
Not for the bickering
We be looking at the road
Where we go
You ain't care enough to know
And the plot more than thickening
Write a story let it go
That's a mandatory note, foes
Outside and looking in
Or maybe inner looking out
Be a sinner that's a route
Nigga shout
That's a wrap

Tell em wendigo

Hit it baby, that's a rap

done

Did you add all the unfamiliar words from this song?