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WATCHING ME
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Lil Darkie
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I need that faux Getting more All my clothes check my figure Ho's getting showed Wit' my phone, edit pictures I need that faux Getting more All my clothes check my figure Ho's, ho's getting showed Wit' my phone, edit pictures I'ma do wrong, don't care 'bout right (Right) Flex this faux, nobody gon' like Yeah, Ion' like the sun, only f**k with low light I ain't with you bums 'cause I'm never outside Buy all my love cause' it get you high Suck my drugs you can get these likes Bring the power to the people, stеal it back because it's mine Evеrything I own, I stole, my right I got you helping me wipe Making new amendments when I never knew why Feel like descending is ascendence, in a sense I'm all right A legend when I'm editing, my wiki obliged Do whatever forever, bending it back Put me in a box, b*t*h, let's amass This a movement, move this Alcatraz This our bed, let's get attached I want to f**k my own philosophy I'm getting stuck, chew my leg, I got to eat I'm in the front-ont-ont (Yeah), now everybody watching me Now everybody want the seed Everybody, everybody wanna talk to me I need that faux Getting more All my clothes check my figure Ho's getting showed Wit' my phone, edit pictures I need that faux Getting more All my clothes check my figure Ho's, ho's getting showed Wit' my phone, edit pictures Take my shirt off, let the ho's see my artwork Got two ho's same color as my Converse Throw your pride out when you get inside my limousine Christ D getting more head than the guillotine Iced out wrist look just like a flat screen Asphalt colored Aston Martin on the Asanti Fred Flintstone, I don't even need my car keys Catch me at the show signing titties with a Sharpie You better send that money if you wanna see your son again My pinky ring Jewish and it cost a lot of Benjamin's Rubies in my mouth same color as an Indian Big ass Glock knock a n***a to oblivion And you already know we can't do music 'cause you're so retarded Saw a bag of coke and it reminded me of where I started I just caught the fight and hit up Darkie (b*t*h I'm in yo' city) With too many blunts and Percocets, it got me feeling dizzy I want to f**k my own philosophy I'm getting stuck, chew my leg, I got to eat I'm in the front-ont-ont (Yeah), now everybody watching me Now everybody want the seed Everybody, everybody wanna talk to me Mmm, pickin' it up Middle finger in the place and I'm stickin' it up On the way to the top and we got a lot in the pot Smoking every single day with Dillinger on an opp And we can get it And we can get it, my n***a Me and Christ hit the shooting range grippin' the trigger I be feeling kinda light-weight sippin' the liquor I'm buying Crypto low and then flippin' it bigger, my n***a Hmm, gotta put in to get out These n***as want a handout, but ain't got sh*t to hand out My n***a, why your hand out? Huh, we got some bands now Funny how this Hip-Hop sh*t like to pan out (Oh) Huh, lights, camera, action Hit the prime with the headlock, blam Huh, no manners Rules, regulations, or standards Chains so big it's like I'm a slave Bars too big to fit in my grave Drippin', but my songs never leak This that sh*t that you put on repeat I want to f**k my own philosophy I'm getting stuck, chew my leg, I got to eat I'm in the front-ont-ont (Yeah), now everybody watching me Now everybody want the seed Everybody, everybody wanna talk to me I need that faux F-faux
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