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letra de dark days - rtb mb

dark days lyrics
[intro]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
sav (ayy)
i f-ck with you, bro
okay, ayy

[verse 1: rtb mb]
i’m in a dark place, dark shades (hey)
hundred round in every chop, tell my n-gga send ’em at an opp face (yeah)
ridin’ ’round in a lambo, tall n-gga, so i don’t got no car sp-ce (huh?)
12 clock me, we in a car chase (yeah)
double-r, can’t fit in no park sp-ce
feel like bronbron how i spark plays (yeah)
feel like john wick how i spark k’s (huh?)
crazy how i still see the light on them dark days
put him in the water and he shark bait (shark bait)
shark bait, yeah (hey)
color on the chop same one as the car paint
you be where the sharks ain’t
hit her, now the car stink (huh?)
made her walk home, now she dealin’ with a heartache (what the f-ck?)
we just popped your mans, how you dealin’ with that heartbreak? (yeah)
hundred rounds dumpin’ out the whip, make the park skate (make the—)
real flint n-gga, i ain’t never had to act tough (nah)
claim that she a city girl, i leave her if she act up (act up)
n-ggas always frontin’, swear to god y’all need to back up
i be paranoid, bro, just hit me when that bag touch (when that bag touch)
i can’t even ride around the city ‘less that mag stuffed (unless that mag tucked)
if i bring a hundred racks of giffies, make a trap jump (huh?)
hit her, thought she had one (huh?), you just want the bag, huh? (yeah)
40 make me sag, huh, hit her off a 30 ’til she callin’ me her dad, huh (yeah)
eighty inch of white girl, we ridin’ with a plasma (plasma)
pump her, she got asthma (asthma)
dunk it, i’ma slash ’em
got two b-tches cookin’, tryna see which one is faster (dope)
i’ma need it after
girly got to preachin’, she annoyin’, so i passed her (preachin’)
take a b-tch to neimans, she a demon, i’ma smash her
[verse 2: nuk]
i don’t get into it with my b-tches ’cause i know they nuts
hit the road, i got that power, girl, i call that b-ttercup
my hitters, they ain’t got into a beam, but watch ’em power up
12 watch us take off in our ‘cats ’cause they can’t stop us fleein’
told them boys, “we really smoke opps, don’t bring me sour diesel”
chemistry, he cookin’ up that dog, he ain’t bring out no beakers
i watch my nba friends with sixty thousand sittin’ in the bleachers
my b-tch think she got me in a corner, say she might leave
trap n-gga, but i’m courtside more than spike lee
go up top on a crip n-gga, that’s a high c
get tired of playin’ with him, i’ma send the whole bag
how you stiff with me with a silicone ass?
all of my hoes call me em, i do ’em all shady
trap n-gga, but i got some money like a ballplayer
i’m like an all-stater
we’ll never be broke again, but bro’ll broad day ’em
add up them bodies, boy, who really assassins?
got a glock with ’bout fifty, don’t judge my physical stature
if embiid wasn’t in the league, then i might send him a basket
talkin’ dog, i might send a brick, you gon’ have to flip
we both playin’ with an orange ball that can get us rich

- rtb mb

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