Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dark Aura, artist - Jarren Benton.
Date of issue: 13.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dark Aura |
Told my baby mamma I’ma pay her back just for fuckin' with another nigga |
I don’t give a fuck if we was broken up |
Bitch, I’m petty, I ain’t fuckin' with ya |
Bring my son around a nigga I ain’t met again |
Bitch, now I snap your neck |
Ya’ll can cancel me for saying what I said |
I don’t give a fuck, suck a dick |
Got a nigga in his feelings |
I should probably see a shrink, uh |
They like, «Damn J, you trippin' dawg» |
Nah, I just probably need a drink, uh |
I just probably need a bump, uh |
Had to get it out the swamp, yeah |
Been a dark aura in the city, uh |
Got me ridin' with a punk, yeah |
Lot of pressure, went back independent |
Ain’t no major label, shit, it’s been a minute |
It’s the bully Benton, bitch, I been a menace |
I don’t leave the table 'til the dinner finished |
Boujee bitches, they be too expensive |
I just gave her dick and pull her hair extensions |
Pull out tracks until her hair is missing |
at the hair convention |
We ain’t goin' back to being broke |
My nigga forty, still selling dope |
Nigga, it’s hard to fuck a stethoscope |
I’m in her throat 'til her neck is broke |
Mink coat, call it desert rose |
Swingin' swords, I’m beheading hoes |
Shake the Devil’s grip until he let us go |
Never leave without it 'cause you never know |
Told my baby mamma I’ma pay her back just for fuckin' with another nigga |
I don’t give a fuck if we was broken up |
Bitch, I’m petty, I ain’t fuckin' with ya |
Bring my son around a nigga I ain’t met again |
Bitch, now I snap your neck |
Ya’ll can cancel me for saying what I said |
I don’t give a fuck, suck a dick |
Got a nigga in his feelings |
I should probably see a shrink, uh |
They like, «Damn J, you trippin' dawg» |
Nah, I just probably need a drink, uh |
I just probably need a bump, uh |
Had to get it out the swamp, yeah |
Been a dark aura in the city, uh |
Got me ridin' with a punk, yeah |
You know a nigga petty |
My emotions be real and steady |
Play it off like it don’t affect me |
Let your feelings make shit that’s messy |
Hard to trust, I think bitches sketchy |
You know pressure can break a levy |
All that bullshit just made me edgy |
If you cross me, that may be deadly |
Bitch, I’m OJ, I weigh machetes |
I’m just jokin', it ain’t that heavy |
Bitch, I did you wrong, you wanna pay me back? |
You know you fuckin' with a maniac |
I can’t control the way the pain react |
It’s hard to sleep at night, a nigga can’t relax |
I took my heart out and paint it black |
When shit go left it’s hard to bring it back |
But if my son around a sketch nigga I don’t trust |
You know that shit gon' make me snap, bitch |
Told my baby mamma I’ma pay her back just for fuckin' with another nigga |
I don’t give a fuck if we was broken up |
Bitch, I’m petty, I ain’t fuckin' with ya |
Bring my son around a nigga I ain’t met again |
Bitch, now I snap your neck |
Ya’ll can cancel me for saying what I said |
I don’t give a fuck, suck a dick |
Got a nigga in his feelings |
I should probably see a shrink, uh |
They like, «Damn J, you trippin' dawg» |
Nah, I just probably need a drink, uh |
I just probably need a bump, uh |
Had to get it out the swamp, yeah |
Been a dark aura in the city, uh |
Got me ridin' with a punk, yeah |