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dark lo – out my body كلمات اغاني

[dark lo]

d-mn lo, you still here? you ain’t fell off?
i wore a 40, trigger head, i took my belt off
baking soda, lock it stiff when it melt off
ya’ll rather see me in the twist, sending mail off
my young tiger earned his stripes like on kellogg
he with his youngings ya’ll shoot when i tell ya’ll
riding dirty this sour d get the smell off
crime scene was on the scene they got the sh-lls off

[verse 1]

witness say he sprayed the corner then he walked off
i’m in a meeting and walked off cause he talking small
smack a n-gg- face like handball
new handgun, test it on him and boul
you ain’t on a death mission what you came for?
let it slide a homicide, it was either or
the new spot picking up, we need to re up more
my little sister blow ya head she look like rita ora
don’t let her looks fool ya i mean this chick is brutal
my youngin k!lled my other youngin i tried to stay neutral
then they told me pick a side it hurt my heart truthful
f-ck it, i want all the smoke i go to war with both of you
brick sales at sunoco, you was laying vocals
p-ssport across the world, you was staying local
my brother got his pills in, he was staying hopeful
i been said i was the hardest, hate to say i told you
could’ve been right hooked him, but i know he p-ssy
og like tookie, we was smoking cookie
i’m strapped turn it on a cop before i let him book me
it was in a body bag, the only way they took me
all the cl-ssic sh-t i dropped, and they still outlook me
blackest n-gg-, biggest beard and they still mistook me
f-ck it, put him on the menu, blue steel will cook him
hanging out the window do a drill with snookie
when they threw your tape on i couldn’t even listen
it was time to put in work, i ain’t need no hitman
you see me in the club you know i got my sh-t in
why you ain’t signed yet lo? you know they got the fixin
sweatsuit cavalli, used to ride the trolly
bankroll on me p-ssy, you should try and rob me
had to pay my youngin lawyer, he on trial for bodies
posted up with gang members smoking loud with cali
used to trap 100 pack in and out the ally
i don’t even like rap, i maxed out on ozzie’s
yeah i gave the b-tch a pill but it wasn’t cosby’s
it was a perc she said she down and she feeling drowsy
summertime snowman, you know the program
this my man lo, he can’t get served i don’t know fam
she put my face in my lap and said no hands
then she asked me for my number i said no chance
make me see what you thinking, do it all for franklin’s
badlands, new strip, let’s open up on franklin
mob style, you can’t k!ll him till you get a sanction
you hog style, i’m like nicky do him with the ink pen
you boxed out, i’m moving weight like the weigh in
i ain’t sayin i ran the jail but i had a way in
if it wasn’t about a bag then i prolly stay in
this youngin want to shoot for me he keep saying say when
could’ve been right hooked him, but i know he p-ssy
og like tookie, we was smoking cookie
i’m strapped turn it on a cop before i let him book me
it was in a body bag, the only way they took me

[chorus]
d-mn lo, you still here? you ain’t fell off?
i wore my 40, trigger head, i took my belt off
baking soda, lock it stiff when it melt off
ya’ll rather see me in the twist, sending mail off
my young tiger earned his stripes like he kellogg
he with his youngings ya’ll shoot when i tell ya’ll
riding dirty this sour d get the smell off
crime scene was on the scene they got the sh-lls off

- dark lo

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