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SMOKING/DRINKING Lyrics - Artist : lil darkie
(Heal)
Heal [SMOKING] Everybody want it all the time okay? Please don't hit me you are not my slime, okay!? Ain't really with the grime, no way Taint my vision with my mind okay! Yes sir! 11 in my dresser! A stressor Could make me less a jester And make me more a clown Tore it down That bitch dropped my blunt in my drink And I'm sure I tore that whore on the sink More cunts that a college More pussy than a vet Fore front of the knowledge That will lead us to our death Breath On my neck Just a sec nigga Heck witcha Wreck figures You is a success Lick a bet nigga Do not fret Grip a tech Bigger head Bigger bullets Chucking lead, I leave him full it When I pull it Chopping up his bangs I make a mullet His esophagus is coughing cause he talking through his gullet Imma dark mon Dark mon Imma dark mon Carton with your face on it Race sonic Darkie had to face chronic Til he far gone Big gas like argon All these mother fuckers suck They tend to get the art wrong Spark bong Hit a miiiilky rip She got siiiilky lips She a filthy bitch Twerk twerk twerk I got nasty raps And I'm blasting caps at you Bastard hats Work work work Shirt white like dust And my pipe don't rust In this life you should trust That it hurt, hurt Shirt tan like crust And my pipe won't bust Think I drank too much It don't work work Shirt yellow like puss Earnie better not fuss Or I'll buss at his cousin named Burt burt Shirt red like lust No feds no busting Me for my drugs That work... [DRINKING] I hear Ahhhhhhh Nigga talking Pistol poppin Momma I been drinking Sorry Commas dwindling And I been thinking hardly Ahhhhhhh I been getting older Sleeping on the floor And shit has set in colder Gooooo Eat a fungus bitch Schedule 1 swallow a humongous risk Tisk Father would be pissed Fuck you bitches I wish you knew what you missed Bliss I ain't bitching no mo All these niggas switching Ditching all you mo mos Yo glock dick spit at niggas Homo I shoot bitches Pussy yelling, oh no Slow mo When I'm walking Nigga wanna run up I let him And then I rock him sock em Robot Nigga tryna rob he got no pot So, what Han solo aiming but he know not Greedo Shoot him in his speedo Faggot Bi nigga cause I keep a second Ratchet Bye nigga throw the fade but can you Catch it High witcha but only if you can Match it Snatch it If it laying around Fuck mrs (bleep) Teacher (teach her) lay in the ground Your Speaker playing my sound I'm talking at you while I smile like a clown Momma I been drinking Sorry Commas dwindling and I been Thinking hardly Ahhhhhhh I been getting older Sleeping on the floor And shit has set in colder Spin like a revolver Nigga wanna problem I got, it Walking proper Pop a copper Slop hopper I'm only here for the head hoessss Top dropper I'm here to hide from the feds brooooos |
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