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feat diddy lil wayne - shades (feat. diddy) - lil' wayne كلمات الأغنية

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i’m so twisted
mack!
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”
that b-tch go “pu”
that b-tch go “pu”
got-got a silencer on the gun
that b-tch go “pu”
got a mean -ss swagga, my b-tches do too
verse 1: mack maine
uh, mack in this b-tch, tell ‘em hoes i’m about it
these n-gg-s sweet, a bunch of f-cking brownies
the f-ck you’re talking about, b-tch i’m a g like a thousand
i’m on my one two, and b-tch i’m still counting
you n-gg-s got problems, well i got bigger problems
my guns all black, make me bring the n-gg- 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-gg-)
we so f-cking cold, young money, money old
life is full of choices and your b-tch chose (n-gg-)
i’m so holley grove, f-f-ck them other n-gg-s
and if the gun’s strong i’ll paint a f-cking picture
n-gg- you know what i’m on, a bag of that strong
n-gg- you know where i’m going,(b-tch)i’m going, going, gone!
n-gg- holler at your boy, i-i don’t give a f-ck
got a silence on the gun, make me shut you n-gg-s up
mack!
[hook] lil wayne
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”
that b-tch go “pu”
that b-tch go “pu”
got-got a silencer on the gun
that b-tch go “pu”
got a mean -ss swagga, my b-tches do too
verse 2: birdman
just a third world gangsta, been filthy, top ranker
hustler, shot caller
kill ’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
greeny red bottom, throwing hundreds in the club
bossing on the shine, we the n-gg-s 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-gg-), give ah f-ck about the price
[hook] lil wayne
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”
that b-tch go “pu”
that b-tch go “pu”
got-got a silencer on the gun
that b-tch go “pu”
got a mean -ss swagga, my b-tches do too
verse 3: lil wayne
b-tch im 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-gg- 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
im on her walls like graffiti
you’s dead pita bread, you’re a fed -ss n-gg-
im on my vampire, bl–dy red flag n-gg-
f-ck f-cking with lil tunechi get your head smashed n-gg-
hit you dead on the money call that dead cash n-gg-
and it’s . party time excellent waynes world
party time excellent waynes world
tonight im probably f-cking another n-gg- girl
party time excellent waynes world
[hook] lil wayne
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”
that b-tch go “pu”
that b-tch go “pu”
got-got a silencer on the gun
that b-tch go “pu”
got a mean -ss swagga, my b-tches do too

- feat diddy lil wayne

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