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lil darkie - baba lyrics

[intro: lil darkie & kamaara]
yeah
heal
yeah, yeah (yeah)
yeah, yeah (ha-ha)
yeah, yeah

[chorus: lil darkie]
tryna run up on me n-gg- in my lane?
tryna run up on me n-gg- you insane
“tryna run up on yo gang hit that stain?”
try to run up me n-gg- eat yo brain!

[verse 1: lil darkie]
brain, brain, eat your brains n-gg-
i might shoot your cousin, get to bustin’ with the same trigger
uh, uh, i’m a motherf-ckin’ grave digger
kicking and screamin’, i’m deciding where you lay n-gg-
uh, uh, i’m a piece of sh-t
twitter finger run it n-gg- you gon’ get your nieces h-t, ra-ra
b-tch i-i always got da fa-fa
yeah, yeah
n-gg- sweating when he see the na, na
bye, bye
i been hitting since a midget
leave a n-gg- spinning 3 holes make him fidget
rigid, not hard like you soft n-gg-s saying
why you playing me n-gg-, you not legit, digit

[verse 2: kamarra]
boy mad, big mad
whiplash, blow your whole sh-t back
big 30 on me, p-ssy (snick snack)
blast room to inmate
matte black, get ’em traced
that’s the sh-t that happens when you eatin’ on my d-mn plate
better cancel on your b-tch, know your f-ckin’ plans
hollow tip is flyin’ through your body, like a hologram
don’t you tempt me, f-ckin’ lil b-tch
f-ck up on your mans
he’s who put this molly on your tummy, lemme see you dance
gra-gra-gra
pull out the metal and shoot at the ops
what in the tank, it took a lot
talk to the devil, he came here to rot
try out the stove, don’t turn on the block
because we don’ taking some sh-t for the rock
what in the tank, it took a lot
what in the tank, it took a- yuh
tryna’ run up on me p-ssy in my… lane
tryna’ run up on me p-ssy you in-sane
tryna’ run up on your gang, hit that… stain
tryna’ run up on me p-ssy, eat your… brain
tryna’ run up on me p-ssy in my… lane
tryna’ run up on me p-ssy you in-sane
tryna’ run up on your gang, hit that… stain
tryna’ run up on me p-ssy, eat your… brain

[verse 3: bruhmanegod]
i might go drop the f-cking pistol so official
so if it’s fiscal you can run up on me now
[?]

[verse 4: lil darkie]
b-tch -ss n-gg-, i could push yo’ head back like whiplash
trigga, where the f-ck are you n-gg- at?
you clutching a bigger gat?
you sucking a n-gg- sack for a feature to bring you back from the dead cuz yo sh-t is wack
keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer
i wonder if you other people know i do
why you f-cking h-lla randoms? low iq
why you rolling every weekend, then complain that you depressed
why you acting like a p-ssy? n-gg- put on that dress
why you spending every waking moment settling for less?
why you posting on the internet, and caring ’bout a number
why you rapping like you with it, but you tweeting like a b-mmer
shut the f-ck n-gg-
everyday is summer
b-tch i woke up, ate a carrot and cuc-mber
most you n-gg-s only eat high cuz it’s “funner”
try eating sober see if you een got an appet-te
doing too much rapping, too much capping, you a f-ggot type
i be doing work, and going stupid in the black of night

[chorus: lil darkie]
tryna run up on me n-gg- in my lane?
tryna run up on me n-gg- you insane
“tryna run up on yo gang hit that stain?”
try to run up me n-gg- eat yo brain!

[outro: lil darkie]
brain, brain, i might eat yo’ brains n-gg-
i might get to buzzin, b-tch it’s baba to you
n-gg-, i’m indian

- lil darkie lyrics

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