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lirik lagu lil darkie - isis type beat

blow up
blow up
i’m about to blow up

filled up with emotion
and some potion
had to po’ up

no cup
grow up
b-tch you better grow up

slow up
if you talking sh-t you better throw up

throw up
nausea in my stomach had to let it go
wet the bowl
toilet pot then boil it
foil it let it blow

im ready hoe
cutting c0ke, i feel it in my finger tips
trigger rip
liquor in my system
lit a cigarette

n-gga bet
n-gga bet
n-gga you can f-cking beeeeet
imma have to get the teeeeech
and spray it at yo f-cking neck
stalk ya block
throw you on the chopping block my choppa talk
choppa yell
gritting t–th and spitting till the copper fell

is he talking copper sh-lls or coppers that get pensions?
i’m a oppa to you n-ggas that be paying for attention

f-ck a mention build the tension eventually til ascension
i’m benching these n-ggas quenching the people need for a drenching

i’m flooding the game
blood in the mud on my name
i aint even sped it up
or spud up the bud in my brain

i could do that
tight like virgins
clean detergent
yacking up my sins like i am purging

feel the urge and
cut like surgeon
i can feel my rage emerging

taking over me
i don’t wanna talk
baking on a leaf
towing on a glock

running on my feet
dodging h-lla opps
i got no more weed
i been doing drops

i been high as f-ck
i got momma scared
she just wanna talk
like i am not aware

but she like all my sh-t
cuz my momma aint a square

and i started making hits
when i took off all my hair

i’m darkie b-tch
darkie b-tch
f-ck you mean im here to stay
i grip the k and let it say
bang bang to any n-gga in my way

f-ck a hater man
got the greater bands
i could back it up
i could put you on the hands

n-gga back it up
i see you wanna take offense
and you talk a lot of sh-t
but got no sh-t inside yo pants b-tch

i be on the grind
everyday
i be out the box
like a russian ak

she be sucking on my c-ck
told that b-tch okay
the way
she make it disappear
i’d pay

good money
drug money
can’t deposit blood money

wood honey
cherry looking sunny
reefer inside of my tummy
funny bunny running from me

imma blow up
blow up
on allah imma blow up

i follow you won’t show up
got shala bumpin’ no f-cks
ytrid out my speakers
i be fighting all my teachers

features
gotta love what you don’t need
weed hitting like a judo knee

got pseudo, keys, and mushrooms pounds
and you know these won’t rush you down

we high as h-ll cuz we below it
heaven is the 7-11 cuz im a broke kid

speaking like a reverend lil darkie be on imam sh-t
melon that im severing the devil is in my palm sh-t
darkie h-lla maaad aint really with all the calm sh-t
i be dropping fire like striking you with a bomb sh-t

- lirik lagu lil darkie

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