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letra de bad ass black boy - la the darkman

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[verse 1: la the darkman]
i’m a brooklyn brawler, new york, n-gga
f-ckin with some country boy gettin caked up quicker
all my guns are bigger, with a hair pinned trigger
purple is my herb, hennessy is my liquor
used to drive an acc vigor, now it’s caddy gts
when it come to narcotic traffic’n n-gga i’m the best
i-10, i-9-5, or i-40 west
suv full of bricks, put them coppers to the test
i don’t even break a sweat, no time to recollect
with a white girl driver, playboy she a vet
got a mexican connect, he speak no eng-lay
keep a translator wit em every time i go to pay
see him january, february, march, april, may
with suitcases of cash so i know he don’t play
load the work up in the night, hit the highway in the day
n-ggas chirpin where i’m at, i tell em i’m on my way
a pharmacist, i’m medical, my word’s respectable
my flow’s impeccable, my life’s incredible
you n-ggas is edible, f-ckin wit a wolf
yall p-ssy, so i’ma make sure yall dush
blowin california kush in a mansion with b-tches dance’n
hooded like h-lly hanson, wicked like marylin manson
weeded like harlem branson, it is what it is
get your head blew off for melding in my biz
this la
[chorus: la the darkman, (willie the kid)]
i’m a bad ass black boy, bad ass black boy, bad ass black boy
(i’m a motherf-ckin’ hustler)
i’m a bad ass black boy, bad ass black boy, bad ass black boy
(i’m a motherf-ckin’ hustler)
i’m a bad ass black boy, bad ass black boy, bad ass black boy
(i’m a motherf-ckin’ hustler)
i’m a bad ass black boy, bad ass black boy, bad ass black boy
(i’m a motherf-ckin’ hustler)

[verse 2: willie the kid]
it’s somethin’ that i can, a n-gga stand tall
y’all n-ggas know the name, n-gga i just wanna ball
i’m a motherf-ckin’ hustler, motherf-ckin’ hustler
motherf-ckin’ hustler, motherf-ckin’ hustler
it ain’t a n-gga like me, that n-gga k.i.d
that n-gga l.a.d., embassy, c.u.b
i’m a motherf-ckin’ hustler, motherf-ckin’ hustler
motherf-ckin’ hustler, motherf-ckin’ hustler
and we soakin’ up game, y’all n-ggas so soft
we choppin’ with them choppers, got them bottles poppin’ off
i’m a motherf-ckin’ hustler, motherf-ckin’ hustler
motherf-ckin’ hustler, motherf-ckin’ hustler
and your b-tch is on my d-ck, she blowin’ up my phone
she hit me on the chirp, won’t leave me alone
i’m a motherf-ckin’ hustler, motherf-ckin’ hustler
motherf-ckin’ hustler, motherf-ckin’ hustler

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