BVDLVD, lil darkie - RADAR lyrics

lil darkie [Joshua Jagan Hamilton]

[BVDLVD, lil darkie - RADAR lyrics]

Aw, Darkie, look
It's all pretty, it's all beautiful (Aw)
It's so shiny!
Don't you think? It's nice,  I love it
(Wow) it's great, it's great
Aw man, bro, I think I gotta throw up
Yeah, yeah how you do? What you move?
Yeah,  yeah how you do? Shooters shoot
Yeah, yeah how we doin'? Watch us move
Yeah, yeah (yeah) , yeah

Fuck the radar, I'm up on your block, yeah
Where's you? Uh, yeah, yeah
I just stole your wallet
And your watch, yeah, ah
Now get to move, yeah
Now get to move, yeah, yeah

Now get to movin', assuming I'm a human
All these niggas must be stupid
So you shootin'? BVDLVD stabbin'
That lad mad
He grabbed the javelin (We zoomin')
How you doin'?

How you doin'?
Now babe, now babe, how you doin'?

Yeah, babe got that, give that a slap
I like it when it jiggle, I clap it back
(Jiggle, jiggle) give that a smack
Wobble, wobble, wobble, wobble, wobble
Wobble wobble, wobble, jiggle, jiggle
Jiggle

Fuck the radar, I'm up on your block, yeah
Where's you? Uh, yeah, yeah
I just stole your wallet
And your watch, yeah, ah
Now get to move, yeah
Now get to move, yeah, yeah

Bi-Bi-Bi-Bitch, I'm smokin' grape
Have to face me
On my plate is crème brûlée, steak
I'm great
You don't want your brother to fight me, uh
I'ma have to bite on my teeth
To grind him a leaf go buy him an eighth
I don't sleep while I am awake
Don't repeat yourself, why you hate?
I'm elite like Halo, the wraith, uh

Yeah, take that
I'ma take a tab and lay back
You can talk your shit, I made racks
I don't even know how to pay tax
So I'ma do it later, alligator
Like, "Oh shit, oh shit, an alligator!"

You're on acid, BVDLVD, come on, mate
Oh, oh yeah hahaha

Fuck the radar, I'm up on your block, yeah
Where's you? Uh, yeah, yeah
I just stole your wallet
And your watch, yeah, ah
Now get to move, yeah
Now get to move, yeah, yeah

Yeah, huh, huh, huh
Pussy ass nigga, I'm spazzin' on the beat
(Uh) bitch, I'm blowin' up
Leave a chasm on the beat (Uh)
Suck on my dick, like I better than the mic
(Huh, huh) yeah, I know how to paint my face
Yeah, yeah up in the late night, yeah
Never could've hate my guts
Guts, guts, guts, guts, guts
I'm on the floor
After I fuck her, she asking for more
That lil' bitty whore
On acid with BVDLVD on tour
You trippin', we kick in your door, huh
Talk my shit, I'ma come with the venom
I'm in a truck that's big
With the overall denim
I'm denim, I done 'em
I'm what? I'm a son of a gun
Don't wanna go run him a fade
I fuck with no blade

If you see me
You should call me "Your Highness"
I'm finna act right instead
Of bitin' on minors
Oh shit, you got Coronavirus
Lookin' like a crisis
No ISIS, I'm finna pay a price with that
But I'm priceless
You pouring at the back, gone after hours
That's wireless i got bronchitis
Soon enough, everyone's gonna be infected
Live or die, it depends if I bless it
But I'm demented, couldn't be prevented
But I wouldn't even dare wanna
Eat some dead shit
And that's fuckin' retarded
That shit got disregarded
Like your dad did with you when you were born

Fuck the radar, I'm up on your block, yeah
Where's you? Uh, yeah, yeah
I just stole your wallet
And your watch, yeah, ah
Now get to move, yeah
Now get to move, yeah, yeah

Fuck the radar, I'm up on your block, yeah
Where's you? Uh, yeah, yeah
I just stole your wallet
And your watch, yeah, uh
Now get to move, yeah now get to move, yeah
Huh, huh (Ha ha ha)

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