Birdman, Mack Maine, Lil Wayne - Dark Shades lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana.U.S.
[Birdman, Mack Maine, Lil Wayne - Dark Shades lyrics]
YMCMB i'm so twisted, Mack!
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these fuckin bullets
Don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne
It make my stomach hurt
Bitch I’m on that Patron
Fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun
That bitch go "pew"
That bitch go "pew", that bitch go "pew"
Got-Got a silencer on the gun
That bitch go "pew"
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too
Uh, Mack in this bitch
Tell 'em hoes I'm 'bout it
These niggas sweet, bunch of fucking brownies
Fuck you talkin' 'bout bitch? I’m
A G like a thousand i’m on my one-two
And bitch I’m still counting
You niggas got problems? Well
I got bigger problems my guns all black
Make me bring the nigga out 'em
You don’t want that homie
Trust I got that blicker on me
Finger fuck Nina, she horny
You won’t see tomorrow morning
Nigga we so fucking cold, Young Money
Money old
Life is full of choices and your bitch chose
Nigga I’m so Hollygrove
F-fuck them other niggas
And if the gun's drawn
I'll paint a fucking picture
Nigga you know what I’m on
A bag of that strong
Nigga you know where I’m going
Bitch I’m going, going, gone!
Nigga holla at your boy, II don’t give a fuck
Got a silence on the gun
Make me shut you niggas up mack!
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these fuckin bullets
Don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne
It make my stomach hurt
Bitch I’m on that Patron
Fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun
That bitch go "pew"
That bitch go "pew", that bitch go "pew"
Got-Got a silencer on the gun
That bitch go "pew"
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too
Just a Third Ward 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 bitch
Triggerman hood rich
Built on some solid shit, bad bitch born rich
Chandelier shit, marble full of bricks
Turn water into wine
Hit your set and paint that bitch
O-O-Out the Bentley with them doves
Stashes for the plug green and red bottom
Throwing hundreds in the club
Bossing on the shine
We the niggas running shit
Blood to bloodline, pearl white, black tints
Head light, red light
Spent them at the green light
Flashlight, fast life
Hit 'em for a cheap price
Uptown swagger life
Living like we live it twice
Point blank aim nigga
Give a fuck about the price
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these fuckin bullets
Don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne
It make my stomach hurt
Bitch I’m on that Patron
Fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun
That bitch go "pew"
That bitch go "pew", that bitch go "pew"
Got-Got a silencer on the gun
That bitch go "pew"
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too
Uh, bitch I'm from New Orleans
Rest in peace Magnolia Shorty
And I come from Hollygrove
That bitch is wild as a safari
I go stupid, I go retarded
The grass is greener in my garden
Swagger meaner than the warden, pow pow
Pow, I ain't with arguing, hah
Leave a nigga leaking, if you scared
Go see the deacon got a silencer on the gun
But them bullets still speakin
Got a bunch of bitches tweaking to
Tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that pussy
I'm on her walls like graffiti
You a dead pita bread, you a Fed ass nigga
I'm on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga
F-Fuck with Lil Tunechi
Get your head smashed nigga
Hit you dead on the money
Call that dead cash nigga
And it's, party time, excellent
Wayne's World
Party time, excellent, Wayne's World
Tonight I'll probably fuck another nigga girl
Party time, excellent, Wayne's World
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these fuckin bullets
Don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne
It make my stomach hurt
Bitch I’m on that Patron
Fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun
That bitch go "pew"
That bitch go "pew", that bitch go "pew"
Got-Got a silencer on the gun
That bitch go "pew"
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too
Yeah
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these fuckin bullets
Don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne
It make my stomach hurt
Bitch I’m on that Patron
Fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun
That bitch go "pew"
That bitch go "pew", that bitch go "pew"
Got-Got a silencer on the gun
That bitch go "pew"
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too
Uh, Mack in this bitch
Tell 'em hoes I'm 'bout it
These niggas sweet, bunch of fucking brownies
Fuck you talkin' 'bout bitch? I’m
A G like a thousand i’m on my one-two
And bitch I’m still counting
You niggas got problems? Well
I got bigger problems my guns all black
Make me bring the nigga out 'em
You don’t want that homie
Trust I got that blicker on me
Finger fuck Nina, she horny
You won’t see tomorrow morning
Nigga we so fucking cold, Young Money
Money old
Life is full of choices and your bitch chose
Nigga I’m so Hollygrove
F-fuck them other niggas
And if the gun's drawn
I'll paint a fucking picture
Nigga you know what I’m on
A bag of that strong
Nigga you know where I’m going
Bitch I’m going, going, gone!
Nigga holla at your boy, II don’t give a fuck
Got a silence on the gun
Make me shut you niggas up mack!
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these fuckin bullets
Don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne
It make my stomach hurt
Bitch I’m on that Patron
Fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun
That bitch go "pew"
That bitch go "pew", that bitch go "pew"
Got-Got a silencer on the gun
That bitch go "pew"
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too
Just a Third Ward 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 bitch
Triggerman hood rich
Built on some solid shit, bad bitch born rich
Chandelier shit, marble full of bricks
Turn water into wine
Hit your set and paint that bitch
O-O-Out the Bentley with them doves
Stashes for the plug green and red bottom
Throwing hundreds in the club
Bossing on the shine
We the niggas running shit
Blood to bloodline, pearl white, black tints
Head light, red light
Spent them at the green light
Flashlight, fast life
Hit 'em for a cheap price
Uptown swagger life
Living like we live it twice
Point blank aim nigga
Give a fuck about the price
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these fuckin bullets
Don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne
It make my stomach hurt
Bitch I’m on that Patron
Fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun
That bitch go "pew"
That bitch go "pew", that bitch go "pew"
Got-Got a silencer on the gun
That bitch go "pew"
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too
Uh, bitch I'm from New Orleans
Rest in peace Magnolia Shorty
And I come from Hollygrove
That bitch is wild as a safari
I go stupid, I go retarded
The grass is greener in my garden
Swagger meaner than the warden, pow pow
Pow, I ain't with arguing, hah
Leave a nigga leaking, if you scared
Go see the deacon got a silencer on the gun
But them bullets still speakin
Got a bunch of bitches tweaking to
Tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that pussy
I'm on her walls like graffiti
You a dead pita bread, you a Fed ass nigga
I'm on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga
F-Fuck with Lil Tunechi
Get your head smashed nigga
Hit you dead on the money
Call that dead cash nigga
And it's, party time, excellent
Wayne's World
Party time, excellent, Wayne's World
Tonight I'll probably fuck another nigga girl
Party time, excellent, Wayne's World
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these fuckin bullets
Don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne
It make my stomach hurt
Bitch I’m on that Patron
Fuck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun
That bitch go "pew"
That bitch go "pew", that bitch go "pew"
Got-Got a silencer on the gun
That bitch go "pew"
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too
Yeah
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