This is old just never released
Prod. Evilgiane

MOMMA TOLD ME (whereismo X Brahman)

TOUGH TOUGH TOUGH
YOU GET STUFFED LIKE A TURKEY
THROWING THIRTY AINT ENOUGH
TO THE DIRTY I BEEN CUFFED
FUCK
DEER NIGGA
I JUST PULLED UP WITH THE BUCK
IN MY TRUCK
SMOKING LUCK
HUNTING STUNTING THROUGH THE MUCK
MADE HIM, DUCK

FUCK NIGGA FLY AWAY
DAY TO DAY
I’LL BE STANDING WHERE YOU LAY
UNDERSTAND ILL MAKE YOU

PAY UP
STAY UP
TIL YOU WALK OUT 
PULL THE GLOCK OUT
…TALK BOUT WHAT
YOU NOT BOUT
IMMA ROCK OUT
IF HE TALK LOUD

BULLETS IN MY GUN BECOME THE SOUND INSIDE HIS BRAIN
GRIPPING 22S I THINK I’LL STAY WIT MY AK

47 I MIGHT SEND THIS WHORE TO HEAVEN, UH
LORDY REVEREND PRAY FOR ME AND ALL MY BRETHREN, UH

LEARNED MY LESSON WALKING ROUND AND LOOKING FOR A FIGHT
2ND GRADE I RIPPED A PUSSY SKIN OFF WIT MY BITE
TOO TIGHT WITH THE ENEMY, THEY SENDING ME THREATS
HIT KENNEDY SO MENTALLY HE DEFINITELY LEFT

IDENTITY THEFT ALL THESE NIGGAS WANNA BE ME
WISHING THEY COULD OUT ME BOY YOU POUTING TO A GENIE
IM HOUDINI LAMBORGHINI AND MARTINIS IN HER TEENIE
LIL BIKINI GOT HER FIENDING FOR MY WEENIE I'M THE 

MAN
DAMN
NO HANDS
HIT MY, DANCE 
HIT MY BLUNT
STUPID CUNT 
AINT NO, CHANCE

AT A GLANCE
I COULD PUT YOU IN A TRANCE
RAN UP WITH THE STICK I SAID I RAN UP WITH THE LANCE

CRACKER CALLED US ALL SPEAR CHUCKERS
MOTHER FUCKER PUCKER UP CUZ YOU A SUCKER I WONT TUCK
MY JAVELIN

TALKING FEELINGS I MIGHT PUT YOU UNDERNEATH THE 
GRAVEL AND DIRT AND
 I AINT WORRIED ABOUT THE MOTHER FUCKING DAY YOU HAVING, HURT

HURT UGH PAIN IN MY BRAIN
HURT YUH IT’S RAINING AGAIN
HURT UGH PAIN IN MY HEART
HURT YUH IT TEAR ME APART

HURT (PROD. H E A L)

FUCK 12 FREESTYLE (SCOOBY DOO DEATH SHIT PT. 3) FT. LIL DARKIE (PROD. WENDIGO)

DARKIE LYRICS:


TRYNA RUN UP ON ME NIGGA IN MY LANE?
TRYNA RUN UP ON ME NIGGA YOU INSANE
“TRYNA RUN UP ON YO GANG HIT THAT STAIN”?
TRY TO RUN UP ON ME NIGGA EAT YO BRAIN!

IM A PIECE OF SHIT
TWITTER FINGER RUN IT NIGGA YOU GON GET YOUR NIECES HIT
RA RA

I-I ALWAYS GOT DA FA FA
YA YA
NIGGA SWEATING WHEN HE SEE THE NA NA
BYA BYA

I BEEN HITTING SINCE A MIDGET 
LEAVE A NIGGA SPINNING 3 HOLES MAKE HIM FIDGET
RIDGID, NOT HARD LIKE YOU SOFT NIGGAS SAYING
WHY YOU PLAYING WITH ME NIGGA YOU NOT LEGIT

DIGIT

-

BITCH ASS NIGGA
I COULD PUSH YO HEAD BACK LIKE WHIPLASH TRIGGA


WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU NIGGAS AT?

YOU CLUTCHING A BIGGER GAT?
YOU SUCKING A NIGGA SACK
FOR A FEATURE TO BRING YOU BACK
FROM THE DEAD CUZ YO SHIT IS WACK

KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE 
KEEP YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER

I WONDER IF YOU OTHER PEOPLE
KNOW I DO

WHY YOU FUCKING HELLA RANDOMS?
LOW IQ

WHY YOU ROLLING EVERY WEEKEND 
THEN COMPLAIN THAT YOU DEPRESSED

WHY YOU ACTING LIKE A PUSSY
NIGGA 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 BUMMER

SHUT THE FUCK UP NIGGA 
EVERY DAY IS SUMMER

BITCH I WOKE UP 
ATE A CARROT AND CUCUMBER

MOST YOU NIGGAS
ONLY EAT HIGH CUZ IT’S “FUNNER”

TRY EATING SOBER SEE IF YOU EEN GOT AN APPETITE
DOING TOO MUCH RAPPING TOO MUCH CAPPING YOU A FAGGOT TYPE
I BE DOING WORK AND GOING STUPID IN THE BLACK OF NIGHT

TRYNA RUN UP ON ME NIGGA IN MY LANE?
TRYNA RUN UP ON ME NIGGA YOU INSANE
“TRYNA RUN UP ON YO GANG HIT THAT STAIN”?
TRY TO RUN UP ON ME NIGGA EAT YO BRAIN!

BRAIN
EAT YO BRAINS NIGGA
I MIGHT GET TO BUZZIN
BITCH IT’S BABA TO YOU

BABA (FT. KAMAARA & BRUHMANEGOD) (PROD. HEAL)

co-prod. & ft @lildvrkie

darkie

head what i tote
head what i tote
i'm with all my niggas when i float
bed and it broke
lyin on my mattress on the floor
where yo dough?
if it's cold outside in the night where a coat
froze (ice)
animal, goat
clean with the soap
my teeth gleam and it mote, what i wrote down
run around the whole town
beam with the scope
i like my iron to be clean never broke
seem to fiend for the ?
pinch a bean, ain't no coke
why you break it down, snort it up, shake it now
i know shit ain't really how you tend to make it sound
it's ok to fake it now

beam

i wear the suge on my chest
it tells me what not to do
go get some bread make yo pockets move
you not doin what you wanna do
in the morning everything outside is dead at night
do you ever feel ahead of time?
when it's dark you get inside
livin in this head of mine
pickin pace up at the reddest lights
better money, better mind, there is never better time
yeh
turn it to a spider web
i'll make something while some time is left
in the package, higher depths
i remember when they thought i would retire
my third decade and my self is rewired
blowin smoke and i don't wanna be higher
if you plan to light it up you need fire
you been runnin up a lot you seem tired
i don't need another deep sigher, speed buyer

TV DINNER

feat. Lil Darkie
produced by drownwithtoga

slide thru

lyrics:
[lil darkie]
i wanted to die and then i bought some vivienne
bitch on the adderall, snorting some ritalin
look at the state of the home i be living in
hoes on the floor and they twerkin and jigglin (ji- ji- jigglin)
i sell the percocet, i am the middle man
smokin a swisher that shit it be ticklin
grabbin' and smackin'
harder than palm of my hand on her backend (ba- ba- backend)
feelin' my penis
she call me the meanest
wipin' up a nigga like cleanex
up up, make her wonder where my peen is
no my lady you ain't ever seen this
[?] perc, chests are [?] in, smackin' 'em
i ain't really likin' 'em
might get em (drop dead)
i ain't never listen to what the cops said
not fed, enough said

[eddison]
yeah, my dick oh so hard
my dick oh so hard
i [?], she suck hard
she suck hard, yuh yuh
i be [?]
all my niggas smoke sherm (ooh ooh)
y'all pussy niggas, still inside the [?]
pussy nigga, we ain't never heard of you
[?], we finna shoot at you

[cxrpse]
i'm in the crib and i shoot at you
my nigga, who is you?
i shoot a christian and a buddhist too
drinkin' her booty juice
i kill a nigga with fent and now they accusing you
i kill a jewish dude
selling my xan, he od
not a family is losing you
that shit confusing dude
i grab a bitch by the neck, it's like i'm abusing you
uh, carry a glock with the laser
i'm cuttin' up [?], with the razor
uh, planting some crack in that paper
she smokin' now, this nigga turn into vapor (i shoot niggas)
uh, i am the culprit, the caper
i cut up her xan and she ain't like the flavor
uh, she think i cut it, i laced her, i did
i steal her purse and i cop me a viv (vivienne)
that nigga i roofie'd, i'm takin' in bed
tell him i'm sorry, he look like a lick
i stole his [?], he look like a bitch

[bruhmanegod]
i just called a rack over a homeless [?] (yuh)
call a hunnid goons and we stompin' 'til he dead (yuh)
i just sold hella fake lean to a gay fiend
if he wanna try to rape me, i'ma make a scene

song for woman beaters and drug dealers

love (demo) (prod. level)

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META KNIGHT (FT. TXCKA) (ORIGINAL VERSION)

will delete tracks / albums if told to or if darkie posts them
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song for woman beaters and drug dealers

lil darkie

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