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• Artiste: Lil Darkie
• Titre: The Paint Walking
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Naa Naa-naa, na-na-na Okay Okay Foot long line of ketamine Don't be a square like Tiananmen Go inhale that sediment Crackhead, take methamphetamine Knock like a cop, won't let him in Come in, please sit and settle in Both of the coasts unsettling Please stop your meddling, nigga Wow, used to hit up people, now those people hit me now Niggas want beef, all you rappers have a cow I'm eating that orange chicken and interviewing Mao Zedong, fade on sight See me stunting down the block in a painted Tibetan fanny pack Like Manny Pac, I said fuck the faggots, like, suck a tranny sack My canny packing gas in it tightly, I might be anti-vax Your auntie lack, I might take her money off of her panty stack I can't be wack, if I keep on spitting I wonder When I'm seven hundred underground plunderers find a CD "Can't be slap!" That anti-rap, fancy that! Playin' the classics The way she play with my Vlasic pickle I'm not very flaccid Nickel-plated, fickle faded The metal stoner grown a boner to show her Imperative, you know, a grower from a shower Nigga, get down, take cover, she got an STD She'll have you burning through rubber, you're not impressing me Please go return with some numbers Sell powder (Yeah), bell tower (Yeah) Yell louder (Yeah), okay now Sell powder (Yeah), bell tower (Yeah) Yell louder (Yeah), tell router (Yeah) Okay now, okay now See me stunting down the block While they fainting you better watch your head "Hip-hop is dead" But if I'm so hip and I'm hoppin', what be then? Let's just pretend that you believe in rebirth From matter under the dirt Don't matter if yo' feet hurt They'll return to be earth I'm making my way in the night time We fade if you wanna go fight mine I'm crossing erasing the white line in the street Under the light shining, bite grinding I got that paint on my pants I got that paint on my shirt I got that paint on my hands I take a step in that work, uh, uh