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tgod808 - darkness (remix) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: project pat]
now can’t a n_gga see i ain’t got no time for games
i’m on this hennessey and i’m quick to shoot dat thang
but f_ck dat one of my young n_ggas’ll take tha charge
i’m stackin loot m_th_f_ck lookin behind some bars

[verse 1: juicy j]
juicy j the g.o.a.t. (g.o.a.t.), my joint long as a rope (rope)
lil’ mama roll it, l!ck it, light it, i want all the smoke (smoke)
i don’t want relations, baby, i just wanna poke (poke)
know all them n_ggas money funny, i can’t take a joke (haha)
what’s that in my cup? hol’ up, what’s that in your chain? (chain)
boy, your diamonds cloudy, it’s a heavy chance of rain (d_mn)
bro, stay in your lane (lane), we don’t ball the same (mmm)
quarter million dollar watch, i left it plain jane (jane)
b_tch, don’t act saditty, you with the big ol’ titties (titties)
you got a million followers but drive a honda civic (oop)
n_gga ain’t playin’ with me, they already know what’s up
likе a u_haul truck, b_tch, i’m always loaded up (yeah)

[hook: project pat]
out slangin brickas tha project n_gga row_a
a playa that’s fa show_a i’m chargin a ho_a
you wеak n_ggas know_a you step and i fire
yo life will expire you need to retire
yo b_tch call me sire she flat like a tire
shot nut in her eye_a on that i don’t lie_a
tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame
i keep me some powder so i’m gettin brizzain
[bridge 1: juicy j]
play me some pimpin’ man
shut the f_ck up

[verse 2: a$ap rocky]
a rebel i be one day
on that track with gunplay
out_outcast my whole life so i decide to spit like andré (uh)
beef is on my entrée (yeah)
gin and juice, that’s bombay
driving fast the wrong way, i swear life is like a one_way (uh)
p_ssy on a sunday (yeah)
business on a monday (yeah)
my new crib came with feng shui and my closet is like a runway (uh)
come be my fiancée
she f_ck me in a hyundai
my rooftop got a lounge, just sit around and watch her sunbathe (yeah)
dinner date for one k (b_tch)
shopping date for two k (b_tch)
bougie_ass b_tch made me wait to f_ck for two days (yeah)
finally got it today (uh)
swear to god my mood changed (uh)
top off like toupees, drop off, touché (b_tch)
yeah_yeah, my mouth is full of gold and i’m a city boy (yeah)
and my outfit was in vogue, i’m a pretty boy (uh)
bounce, boy, flacko tell ’em holler at a n_gga, g (yeah)
ridin’ on my enemies (yeah)
this my ghetto symphony_ny (uh, yeah)
[bridge 2: juicy j]
yes sir
we trippy mane
motherf_cker

[hook: project pat]
out slangin brickas tha project n_gga row_a
a playa that’s fa show_a i’m chargin a ho_a
you weak n_ggas know_a you step and i fire
yo life will expire you need to retire
yo b_tch call me sire she flat like a tire
shot nut in her eye_a on that i don’t lie_a
tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame
i keep me some powder so i’m gettin brizzain

[verse 3: young dolph]
skinny_ass n_gga in some big balenciagas
my girl was mad at him so i took the b_tch shoppin’
drankin’ champagne, spend the racks all in prada
everybody know that he a big sh_t popper
smokin’ ice cream, rollin’ on some peach cobbler
hitters on the payroll and a couple doctors
why the f_ck you think i pour up all of this wockhardt?
hit the alarm on the ‘rari and it go (brrt, brrt)
park the ‘rari, jump in the challenger (skrrt, skrrt)
feds watchin’ me so i scramble ’em (shake ’em up)
had your b_tch at the room, but i had to put out
she too freaky, nah, i couldn’t handle her (d_mn)
my young n_ggas walk around with chandeliers (d_mn)
yeah, chandelier the sh_t khaled talkin’ ’bout (d_mn)
dolph hit the club, then the b_tches comin’ out (d_mn)
i heard the opps in the club, n_gga, point ’em out (b_tch)
n_gga, stop all that hidin’ and runnin’ ’round (rrah)
i make your broke_ass brother gun you down (rrah)
d_mn, you too thick, girl, turn around (rrah)
lemme smack it one time and see how it sound
millionaire but i make my boy lay you down
they don’t give a f_ck, they don’t play around
somebody text me, so i look down
my b_tch waitin’ on me in a gabbana gown (gabbana gown)
[hook: project pat]
out slangin brickas tha project n_gga row_a
a playa that’s fa show_a i’m chargin a ho_a
you weak n_ggas know_a you step and i fire
yo life will expire you need to retire
yo b_tch call me sire she flat like a tire
shot nut in her eye_a on that i don’t lie_a
tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame
i keep me some powder so i’m gettin brizzain

[verse 4: key glock]
yeah, b_tch, i still wear gucci
i’m chillin’ with a groupie, beatin’ up her coochie (beat it up)
uh, glizock, my life a movie (glizock)
guess who shoot it? your b_tch, i do’s it (i do)
uh, ballin’ real hard, no recruiting, yuh (on god)
paper route winnin’, never losin’, uh (gang)
before i drop the top, i been ruthless, yuh
give it to ’em raw like sushi, uh (raw)
uh (yuh), yuh (yuh), still goin’ dumb (dumb), uh
mr. glock, the baguette don, yeah (baguette)
exotic smoke in my lungs, ooh (yeah, yeah)
i really came out of them slums (out ’em)
i’m finna buy me a house with a pond (yeah, yeah)
yeah, and i put this sh_t on my moms, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i think i was born with a gun (yeah, yeah)
i’m a son of a gun, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
b_tch, you know where i’m from, yeah (b_tch, uh)
south memphis, filled up with villains and gremlins
lil’ n_ggas with extensions on guns (thirties), yeah
don’t play with the kid, you know how i get (you know it)
i get that sh_t done (done), uh
maybach on my wrist, this young n_gga lit (lit)
and a porsche on my guns (woo), duh (duh)

- tgod808

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