Birdman - Dark Shades

[Intro: Birdman & Lil Wayne]

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I'm so twisted, Mack!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters

Now eat these fuckin bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter

I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt

Bitch I’m on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked

Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pew"

That bitch go "pew", that bitch go "pew"

Got-Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pew"

Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too

[Verse 1: Mack Maine]

Uh, Mack in this bitch, tell 'em hoes I'm 'bout it

These niggas sweet, bunch of fucking brownies

Fuck you talkin' 'bout bitch? I’m a G like a thousand

I’m on my one-two, and bitch I’m still counting

You niggas got problems? Well I got bigger problems

My guns all black, make me bring the nigga out 'em

You don’t want that homie, trust I got that blicker on me

Finger fuck Nina, she horny, you won’t see tomorrow morning

Nigga we so fucking cold, Young Money, money old

Life is full of choices and your bitch chose

Nigga I’m so Hollygrove, f-fuck them other niggas

And if the gun's drawn, I'll paint a fucking picture

Nigga you know what I’m on, a bag of that strong

Nigga you know where I’m going, bitch I’m going, going, gone!

Nigga holla at your boy, I-I don’t give a fuck

Got a silence on the gun, make me shut you niggas up

Mack!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters

Now eat these fuckin bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter

I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt

Bitch I’m on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked

Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pew"

That bitch go "pew", that bitch go "pew"

Got-Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pew"

Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches 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 bitch, triggerman hood rich

Built on some solid shit, bad bitch born rich

Chandelier shit, marble full of bricks

Turn water into wine, hit your set and paint that bitch

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 niggas running shit

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 nigga, give a fuck about the price

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters

Now eat these fuckin bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter

I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt

Bitch I’m on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked

Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pew"

That bitch go "pew", that bitch go "pew"

Got-Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pew"

Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Uh, bitch I'm from New Orleans, rest in peace Magnolia Shorty

And I come from Hollygrove, that bitch 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 nigga leaking, if you scared, go see the deacon

Got a silencer on the gun, but them bullets still speakin

Got a bunch of bitches tweaking to tell me all of their secrets

And if I get in that pussy, I'm on her walls like graffiti

You a dead pita bread, you a Fed ass nigga

I'm on my vampire, bloody red flag nigga

F-Fuck with Lil Tunechi, get your head smashed nigga

Hit you dead on the money, call that dead cash nigga

And it's, party time, excellent, Wayne's World

Party time, excellent, Wayne's World

Tonight I'll probably fuck another nigga girl

Party time, excellent, Wayne's World

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Dark ass shades, I can’t see them haters

Now eat these fuckin bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter

I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt

Bitch I’m on that Patron, fuck with me wrong and get murked

Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pew"

That bitch go "pew", that bitch go "pew"

Got-Got a silencer on the gun, that bitch go "pew"

Got a mean ass swagger, my bitches do too, yeah

• Artist:Birdman
• Album:ga Than Life (2011)