Birdman - Dark Shades lyrics

(feat. Lil Wayne & Mack Maine) YMCMB I’m so twisted Mack! [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Dark a** shades, I can’t see them haters Now eat these f**in’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt b**h I’m on that Patron, f** me wrong and get murked Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go “pu” That b**h go “pu”, that b**h go “pu” Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go “pu” Got a mean a** swagga, my b**hes do too [Verse 1: Mack Maine] Uh, Mack in this b**h, tell them hoes I’m ‘bout it These n***as sweet, bunch of f**in’ brownies f** you talking ‘bout, b**h I’m a G like a thousand I’m on my one-two, and b**h I’m still counting You n***as got problems, well I got bigger problems My guns so black, make me bring the n***a out them You don’t want that, homie Plus I got that pick-up on me Finger f** Nina, she horny You won’t see tomorrow morning n***a, we so f**ing cold Young money, money old Life is full of choices and your b**h chose n***a, I’m so Hollygrove, f**-f** them other n***as And if the guns drawn, I paint a f**ing picture n***a, you know what I’m on, a bag of that strong n***a, you know where I’m going, b**h I’m going, going, gone! n***a, holla at your boy, I-I don’t give a f** Got a silencer on the gun, make me shut you n***as up Mack! [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Dark a** shades, I can’t see them haters Now eat these f**in’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt Man I’m on that Patron, f** with me wrong and get murked Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go “pu” That b**h go “pu”, that b**h go “pu” Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go “pu” Got a mean a** swagga, my b**hes do too [Verse 2: Birdman] Just a third world gangsta, been filthy, top ranker Hustler, shot caller, k** ‘em all, keep banking Big mansions on the island Popping shots out the bottle Spending cause we’re winning Five star, money, power! Hunting while we stunning b**h, trigger man, hood rich Built on some silenced sh**, bad b**h, born rich Chandelier sh**, marble full of bricks Turn water into wine, hit you sittin’, paint that b**h Out-out-out the Bentley with ‘em doves, stashes for the plug Green and red bottom, throwing hundreds in the club Bouncing on the shine, we the n***as running sh** Blood the blood line, pearl-white black tents Head light, red light, spent them at the green light Flash light, fast life, hit ‘em for a cheap price Uptown swagger life, living like we live it twice Point blank aim n***a, give a f** about the price [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Dark a** shades, I can’t see them haters Now eat these f**in’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt Man I’m on that Patron, f** with me wrong and get murked Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go “pu” That b**h go “pu”, that b**h go “pu” Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go “pu” Got a mean a** swagga, my b**hes do too [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] b**h I’m from New Orleans Rest in peace Magnolia Shorty And I come from Hollygrove That b**h is wild as a safari I go stupid, I go retarded The gra** is greener in my garden Swagger meaner than the warden Pow pow pow I ain’t with arguing, hah Leave a n***a leaking If you scared go see the deacon Got a silencer on the gun but them bullets still speakin’ Got a buncha b**hes tweaking To tell me all of their secrets And if I get in that p**y I’m on her walls like graffiti You’s dead pita bread, you’re a fed a** n***a I’m on my vampire, bloody red flag n***a f**ing with Lil Tunechi get your head smashed n***a Hit you dead on the money call that dead cash n***a And it’s... party time excellent Wayne’s world Party time excellent Wayne’s world Tonight I’m probably f**ing another n***a’s girl Party time excellent Wayne’s world [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Dark a** shades, I can’t see them haters Now eat these f**in’ bullets, don’t forget to tip the waiter I don’t drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt Man I’m on that Patron, f** with me wrong and get murked Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go “pu” That b**h go “pu”, that b**h go “pu” Got a silencer on the gun, that b**h go “pu” Got a mean a** swagga, my b**hes do too (Yeah)