Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shades, artist - Dark Sky. Album song Myriam, in the genre Date of issue: 06.12.2012
Record label: 50WEAPONS
Song language: English
Shades |
| Dark Shades |
| Birdman |
| Lil Wayne |
| 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 «pu» |
| Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go «pu» |
| Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go «pu» |
| Got-Got a mean ass swagga, my bitches do too |
| Uh, Mack in this bitch, tell ‘em hoes I’m about it |
| These niggas sweet, a bunch of fucking brownies |
| The fuck you’re talking about, 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 |
| Plus I got that pick-up 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 Holley Grove, f-fuck them other niggas |
| And if the gun’s strong I’ll paint a fucking picture |
| You know what I’m on, a bag of that strong |
| You know where I’m going, (Bitch) i’m going, going, gone! |
| Nigga holler at your boy, I-I don’t give a fuck |
| Got a silence on the gun, make me shut you niggas up |
| 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 blood-line, pearl white black tints |
| Head light, red light, spend them at the green light |
| Flash light, fast life, hit 'em for a cheap price |
| Uptown swagger life, living like we live it twice |
| Point blank aim (Nigga), give ah fuck about the price |
| 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 buncha 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 |
| 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 probly fuck another nigga girl |
| Party time excellent — Wayne’s World |