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lil darkie - year of the cap lyrics

[intro]
mayday!
mayday! mayday! mayday!
mayday! mayday! mayday!
that n-gg- walked in this b-tch with a ak
gotcho head spinning like beyblade

[verse]
mayday, my meat grade a
yo’ weed, payday
b-mboclaat b-tch
n-gg- dripping like lady
mayday, these days n-body will fade me
n-body do how they say they
year of the cap, year of lie
popping a cap, you cannot cry
n-body change, n-body try
what else is new?
living for why? living for who?
living to die, living to burn, living to fry
wait for your turn, open your eyes
infinite screams, infinite sighs
i don’t give f-ck
i don’t give f-ck about you n-gg-
i don’t even know what you do n-gg-
run up on you with the tool n-gg-
fix him right up, go to school n-gg-
act like a clown you come off like a fool n-gg-
i’m in the pool with the clique, and we cool
bigger man, bigger sack n-gg-
i’m in the back with ya b-tch
red and black figure
lurk in the dark with the cracks, i’m in that fissure
i pay attention
i am observant
you don’t get mentioned, make you my servant
i am not underground
b-tch, i’ve been breaking it
don’t f-ck with other sounds, n-gg-s is faking it
i don’t wan’ see what you doing
n-gg-s is mad that they losing
every n-gg- i see that ain’t doing enough
always post on the internet, they gon’ be up
so, i stay on top of my sh-t
lil b-tch i am glad i don’t fit
i am an indian
i’m not a spic
i am a darkie
cubensis a spic
didn’t get to pick
not gonna cap
not gonna lie
we can get down
we can get high
oh, i forgot mike is also a spic, that be my guy
he has a d-ck, i have a d-ck on my waist too
my girl got p-ssy, but she keeps some cake
ooh, what? you want a n-gg- to lie?
wendigo got the word freak ‘bove his thigh
solsa from under
bruhmane look like he could plunder without a blunder
uh, you!
you cannot keep up the pace
dillinger got the word sleep on his face!
facts
shoutout my n-gg-s that’s eating
sit in my room and yell until my teeth grin
i jack off into a chip bag
n-gg-s too p-ssy to talk about d-cks that are in they draws
f-ck media, f-ck laws
look at your self, look at your flaws
demons tapping into n-gg-s with bars
female rappers yelling make me get hard
not gonna lie, not gonna front
i hear you sigh, ho what you want?
i smell your c-nt, b-tch and it stunk
just like a skunk
bring back punk, bring back rock
n-body talk, see what it done to the block
no one know they neighbors
no one know who gave us everything that we got

[outro]
this is how every rapper raps
“run up on my hip with a stick and i let that sh-t hit [gibberish]”
insolence (unacceptable)
rap differently (ahh!)
unacceptable
stop rapping the same way every song
you rap the same way every song

- lil darkie lyrics

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