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dark lo - milwaukee lyrics

[intro]
yo shout out to all my chiraq n-ggas
milwaukee n-ggas
supermax n-ggas out in colorado
wooh

[verse 1]
in the streets, i’m liver, you should seek advisors
robin hood to the hood, i’m the equalizer
hit them with the tranquilizer
and never slid inside her, only used a slidebook
tell the shooter i got some work, he answered back like “roger”
tell that n-gga to shut his mouth, the brokest n-gga the louder
was at the homecoming, i did my thing in howard
i’m like cancer, you ain’t got the answers
youngin’ spraying with the tec, he hitting bystanders
if you never lived the sh-t, you couldn’t understand us
cops on my d-ck in philly, i’m ‘bout to move to atlanta
and i wish she could see me, i do this sh-t for grandma
you know my back is silver, i’ll clap and k!ll ya
no cap, closed casket, he don’t look familiar
p-ssy n-gga had me going to court down on filbert
youngin’ said he rack chasing, it makes him feel good
fifty million, eating a cup of noodles, i’ll be still hood

[hook]
if i’m down and out, who gon’ really support me
i’d say f-ck this rap sh-t, but this vibe have called me
a mistake, was a blessing, i took it as it taught me
cops on my d-ck in philly, i’m moving to milwaukee

[verse 2]
popped up in milwaukee and don’t fast talk me
rest in peace my barber, [?], milwaukee
i’m a bully to these rookies and i had on barkleys
sharp as shark t–th, i got that boy like a priest
if you were smart, you would f-ck with me
but you’re stuck on that f-ckery
i’m in og crib, it was luxury
he said i could get one too, but it’s up to me
the hustle, it was all in me
he dead on point, you dead if i point
i miss my brother’s bag, they’re in a fed joint
hit a n-gga bag then i fled the joint
i had a mega joint, it was dead on point
and honest to you, i was kind to you
i could’ve got her too, but i let your mom view you
seen the rappers in the streets, now where the guns on youtube?
where that rolex and the mink, man i’m done with you dudes
i hate frauds, no migo when i takeoff
john travolta, take his face off
gat pointing with the safe off
treat the jeep like a race car, [___] got the graveyard

[sample]
“you reached the end of the line
i always wanted to go out with a bang”

[verse 3]
you could party in it
jacuzzi bubbling with the barbie in it
just bought a crib and i’m hardly in it
i’m super busy, i ain’t got a minute
stupid n-gga, you get money, you ain’t got to spend it
f-ck it, learn the harder way
in high school, was in the hallway
free mil, i tracked his bundles all day
my last shootout, i had to get the n-gga off me
k!lled two n-ggas, then i fled to milwaukee
laywer say “no witness”, then i walked free
i go through sh-t then i called free
they want the streets then they call me
these other rappers r&b
i’m henny straight, you margari
i’ve just spent the corner banging teena marie
she told me bust it in her face, it’s vitamin d
i looked out
i’m in milwaukee
first body and it never haunt me
humble n-gga, how he get so raunchy?
i’m heading back to philly, the feds want me
i’m thinking out my mind, [?] consciously
give a n-gga his monthly
i get my hands dirty, i don’t use no flunkie
they’re on drugs and i sell it, tell me who’s the junkie

[outro]
d-mn!

- dark lo lyrics

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