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Lil Wayne

Darkside

 

Darkside

(album: Funeral - 2020)


Dark side, dark side, dark side
Dark side, dark side, dark side

We don't like these niggas, we don't fight these niggas
We "good night" these niggas, you look like these niggas
Fu-fuck it-fuck it up, fuck 'em up
Hit him up, hunt 'em down, hurry up
Shoot him up, shut him down, shut him up
Eat her out, dick her down, cuddle up
But bitches coming '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, 'cause it must be us
I got the Holy Ghost in my Backwood
On my tippytoes 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 starting to feel like I'm attached to her
If it's that good, I put a stamp to her
I'm a warlord to these fucking boys
Double-edged sword and a bubble, boy
I just won a war in a Hummer 'fore I'm 'bout to come to yours
Looking for a war, I am nothing more than something 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 telethon
Bitches working bitches like a Peloton
Finish yellow bones dizzy, very long visits
And I'm talking numbers, Jerry Jones digits
I'm at home sipping, and I'm gone sipping
Got a Draco with my arm in it
Shoot you in your heart, put some charm in it
Sorry, gotta leave your mama tormented
"Bah, bah, bah" if she commented
Cops pulled up, and they vomited
I am not finished, hope they long-winded
Money long-living with a strong finish
Dead presidents, wasn't born with it, I'ma die with it
I'm amor with it, didn't start living 'til 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' niggas small time
All my niggas done time
Or they doing time, that's just lost time
It's still wartime, wartime, wartime
Dark side, dark side, dark side
Pull up, "Brrt," skrrt
Then we joyride 'til the car die

Bitch, it's wartime (Wartime), wartime (Wartime)
Wartime (Wartime), no talk time (No talk time)
Chalk time (Chalk time), all-time (All-time), hard time (Hard-time)
Bitch (Bitch)
Dark side (Dark side), dark side (Dark side), dark side (Dark side)
(Dark side, dark side, dark side, bitch)

done

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