Birdman Ft. Lil Wayne & Mack Maine – Dark Shades

Letra de Dark Shades de Birdman, Lil Wayne y Mack Maine

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I’m so twisted
Mack!

Dark, dark shades I can see them haters
Don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
I’m on that patron, marijuana get
Dollars, dollars, that go pu, that go dollars, that go pu
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitc*es do too

Yeah, back in this, tell ‘em about it
These sweet niggers, a bunch brownies
You’re talking about, I’m a g like a thousand
I’m on my one two, and I’m still counting
You got problems, well I got bigger problems
My soul back, make me bring, make me bring the
You don’t want that, homie
Plus I got that you won’t see tomorrow morning

Be so, be so old, young money, money old
Life is full of choices and you chose
I’m so to groove, the
And if I paint the picture
You know what I’m on, good and strong
You know where I’m going, I’m going, going, gone!
Holler at your boy, I don’t give a, give a
Gotta tell these make me shut you

Dark, dark shades I can see them haters
Don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
I’m on that patron, marijuana get
Dollars, dollars, that go pu, that go dollars, that go pu
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitc*es do too

Just a third world gangsta, been filthy
Hustler I’m on, keep banking
Big mansions on the
Popping shots out the bottle
Spending cause we’re winning
Five star, money, power!
Man, hood rich
Build on some bad boy rich
Chandelier, marble full of
Out with ‘em dogs for the
Throwing hundreds in the club
Bouncing on the shine
Head ride, green light, spend them at the green light
Flash light, fast life, for a cheap price
Uh, uptown swaging life, living like we live it twice

Dark, dark shades I can see them haters
Don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
I’m on that patron, marijuana get
Dollars, dollars, that go pu, that go dollars, that go pu
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitc*es do too

Yeah, down from New Orleans, rest in peace like
And I come from it’s a Safari
I go retarded; the grass is green back in my garden
Pop, pop we’re arguing
Leave her leaking, if you’re scared, go see the
Got a bunch of to tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that walls like graffiti
I’m on my vampire, bloody red
Call it dead cash
And it’s party time, excellent
Party time, excellent

Dark, dark shades I can see them haters
Don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
I’m on that patron, marijuana get
Dollars, dollars, that go pu, that go dollars, that go pu
Got a mean ass swagger, my bitc*es do too.

Redactada por: Kelly