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August - Dark Lo Lyrics








[Hook]

I give you August, I'm cold hearted

I'm the shit like I farted, who got Lo started?

I go the hardest, I'll choke your artist, his music in the garbage, drinking Sea moss and garlic

I'm on blow regardless, they want to give me charges

I got some work from Vargas, my bitch come from the star list

Godzilla had a baby, this what you call this, this what you all missed, I give you August



[Verse 1]

My youngin' got booked he put me on his call list, he seen an opp out in traffic then he made his car flip

He say his whole hood telling, man I guess they all pissed

Backhand a pussy nigga, you don't get up of this

Express train, finesse king, got to see who was who was the best thing

Now I'm thinking harder than a chess game (I'm thinking), last thing I remember was the chest pains

Then I faded, they thought I pearly gated

Then I came back, you still was outdated

Pulled out and sprayed it, did ‘em outrageous

Then I got back you laying on the pavement

My other youngin', he was a ball-player

I couldn't really blame him, he said he needed paper

Then he got to it and he did it major, then they found him sprayed up, like a year later



[Hook]



[Verse 2]

You like chatting, I like action

The Fendi zip up spring was a nice jacket

Margiela button up was a nice fabric

But I come from the slums, nice was hazard

Days was badder, when the pain add up

When they seen the kids was still shot it ain't matter

Cops know who did it, not witness made them madder

Up close chest shot, it made him stagger

You get a free dance if you freelance, with the devil took notes from the e-man

Me and shorty blowing smoke I told her breathe in

She was playing with the pussy I told her leave then

I'm the greatest for the next couple ages

Weigh your wages, ink on pages

It's out the oven, you can't touch it

Niggas internet thugging, I'm so disgusted

I'm disgusted with you fucking peasants

Dark Lo the crook is a fucking legend

Lost a couple niggas hope they live in heaven

And I might join ‘em soon everything is destined

Shorty wanna ride with a dying breed

No feelings, no pride, dying breed

Throw the smoke to the sky, dying breed

Free my gang that's inside, dying breed



[Hook]



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