BLAKA BLAKA BLAKA

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CHRIST DILLINGER & Lil Darkie - Rap, Trap

BLAKA BLAKA BLAKA

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[Intro: Christ Dillinger] Ayy, ayy Ahuh Is this recording? Ahuh, ahuh, ahuh Ay you already know what the fuck goin' on Christ Dillinger in this bitch Huh, Huh, Huh (Skrt) [Verse 1: Christ Dillinger] And you already know (You know) That we got the choppas (The choppas) And you already know (You know) We hit yo' blocka, blocka, blocka And you already know (You know) That we move that dope (That dope) And you already know (You know) Yo' bitch in my crib doin' dope (What) And you already know (They know) That we light it up (It up) And you already know (They know) Christ Dillinger don't give no fucks (They know, give a fuck) And you already know (They know) That I take yo' wifey And you already know (What?) That y'all niggas don't like me (What?) (Bitch, I load that glocka) Ayy, ayy (What?) Bitch I hit yo' blocka With the fuckin' chocka Let a fucka [?] Ayy, ayy Blaka, blaka, blaka Big ass fuckin' choppa (What?) Go blaka, blaka, blaka Blaka, blaka, blaka Blaka, blaka, blaka Blaka, blaka, blaka Blaka, blaka, blaka [Bridge: Christ Dillinger & Lil Darkie] Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom (Send that nigga to the moon) Boom, boom, boom Ruh, Raggy? Where's Lil Darkie? Uh, he's over there Scoob [Verse 2: Lil Darkie] Scooby Dooby Doo, nigga, who be you? I'm a Looney Toon who doobies do be ruby Tip these through the moon, sue me bitch, yo' movie quick I'm shootin', zoomin' and he truly doomed Bring your puny goons, I'm a villain Bowl ain't fillin', never fillin' Break the ceilin', steal a million Fade on ceiling, damage dealin' Liquid spillin' when I'm killin' I be smilin', never chillin', I be wildin' You be yellin', I be silent Disrespect, it can get violent Grip a tech I hit his spine in Then his neck below his mind in I don't got a .40, uh, bitch I got a .50, it's a pity that it's sittin' you down I written it down, it's clickin' like a Bic when it pound And shittin' the rounds, and hittin' like the top of an ounce So hop out outta bounds, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt Don't try to follow, we fly like a swallow You built like you hollow, I'm built like Apollo I'm built like Poseidon, she wet so I slide in And I'm better when high and I bet that I'll cry if I take some more mushrooms Nigga, I'll crush you, won't even touch you I'll just get larger and larger, I'm bustin' down harbor inside of a Charger Put charges on barges inside of the harbor and mark your departure Yeah, I'm a cartoon, lil' nigga, I'm built like a marker but darker I move like a shark or a spider, my lighters are brighter I roll my shit tighter, won't hire no writer 'Cause I'm the provider of lyrics, they hear it in spirit and eardrum Bitch, you appear dumb, totin' that weird gun Rappin' ain't airsoft, cappin', you bear soft Let's have a stare-off, maybe a thumb war, it'll be fun more That's what you come for, right? Tryin' to play games, nigga you way lame Not tryna say names, bitch I'm who you mad at, Jekster a faggot, Jekster the maggot, right? Ha, huh, bitch, bitch [Outro: Lil Darkie] Hah, aw-aw man Scoob-uh, That was a really serious burn Ruh-right Raggy, ruh, PRXJEK's a faggot

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Credits

Writers
  • Lil Darkie
  • CHRIST DILLINGER