Dark Shades lyrics

by

Timbaland


[Intro: Birdman & Lil Wayne]
YMCMB
I'm so twisted, Mack!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these f*ckin bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
b*tch I’m on that Patron, f*ck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that b*tch go "pew"
That b*tch go "pew", that b*tch go "pew"
Got-Got a silencer on the gun, that b*tch go "pew"
Got a mean ass swagger, my b*tches do too

[Verse 1: Mack Maine]
Uh, Mack in this b*tch, tell 'em hoes I'm 'bout it
These n*ggas sweet, bunch of f*cking brownies
f*ck you talkin' 'bout b*tch? I’m a G like a thousand
I’m on my one-two, and b*tch I’m still counting
You n*ggas got problems? Well I got bigger problems
My guns all black, make me bring the n*gga out 'em
You don’t want that homie, trust I got that blicker on me
Finger f*ck Nina, she horny, you won’t see tomorrow morning
n*gga we so f*cking cold, Young Money, money old
Life is full of choices and your b*tch chose
n*gga I’m so Hollygrove, f-f*ck them other n*ggas
And if the gun's drawn, I'll paint a f*cking picture
n*gga you know what I’m on, a bag of that strong
n*gga you know where I’m going, b*tch I’m going, going, gone!
n*gga holla at your boy, I-I don’t give a f*ck
Got a silence on the gun, make me shut you n*ggas up
Mack!
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these f*ckin bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
b*tch I’m on that Patron, f*ck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that b*tch go "pew"
That b*tch go "pew", that b*tch go "pew"
Got-Got a silencer on the gun, that b*tch go "pew"
Got a mean ass swagger, my b*tches do too

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Just a Third Ward gangsta, been filthy, top ranker
Hustler, shot caller, kill 'em all, keep banking
Big mansions on the island, popping shots out the bottle
Spending cause we’re winning, five star, money and power
Hunting while we stunting b*tch, triggerman hood rich
Built on some solid sh*t, bad b*tch born rich
Chandelier sh*t, marble full of bricks
Turn water into wine, hit your set and paint that b*tch
O-O-Out the Bentley with them doves, stashes for the plug
Green and red bottom, throwing hundreds in the club
Bossing on the shine, we the n*ggas running sh*t
Blood to bloodline, pearl white, black tints
Head light, red light, spent them at the green light
Flashlight, fast life, hit 'em for a cheap price
Uptown swagger life, living like we live it twice
Point blank aim n*gga, give a f*ck about the price
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these f*ckin bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
b*tch I’m on that Patron, f*ck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that b*tch go "pew"
That b*tch go "pew", that b*tch go "pew"
Got-Got a silencer on the gun, that b*tch go "pew"
Got a mean ass swagger, my b*tches do too

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uh, b*tch I'm from New Orleans, rest in peace Magnolia Shorty
And I come from Hollygrove, that b*tch is wild as a safari
I go stupid, I go retarded, the grass is greener in my garden
Swagger meaner than the warden, pow pow pow, I ain't with arguing, hah
Leave a n*gga leaking, if you scared, go see the deacon
Got a silencer on the gun, but them bullets still speakin
Got a bunch of b*tches tweaking to tell me all of their secrets
And if I get in that pus*y, I'm on her walls like graffiti
You a dead pita bread, you a Fed ass n*gga
I'm on my vampire, bloody red flag n*gga
F-f*ck with Lil Tunechi, get your head smashed n*gga
Hit you dead on the money, call that dead cash n*gga
And it's, party time, excellent, Wayne's World
Party time, excellent, Wayne's World
Tonight I'll probably f*ck another n*gga girl
Party time, excellent, Wayne's World
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters
Now eat these f*ckin bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter
I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
b*tch I’m on that Patron, f*ck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that b*tch go "pew"
That b*tch go "pew", that b*tch go "pew"
Got-Got a silencer on the gun, that b*tch go "pew"
Got a mean ass swagger, my b*tches do too, yeah
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