DARKSPINE IX - Darkspine

★ Intro ★

Now only real mofuckas gonna know, that G like me smoke weed when it feel so cold

Blow smoke, Blow O's, And she blowin’ me alone

DRKKSPINE tell a pussy “yeah, i can't fold”

Everybody knows, that my blade talks more

I smoke so much, that i want the smoke

My screams so loud, make another motherfucka fall down into the crowd

Now he lost in the clouds

I'm mixing my art, now i’m stealing honey's heart

Molly make her panties drop, now we really boutta start

Cut the light's and it's dark, then we start to fuckin' spark

Leave a hickey on her neck like it's a birthmark

7 tears 7 doves 7 blunts all with my slut
Then we pull up to the crib and popout like wassup

Then you fuck around here, you can get cut

Little mutt


★ Verse ★

All black fit in the crib like i'm squall

Shawty wan rock with me, so she wanna call

Ain't ask for a sailor moon hoe, but fuck it we ball

‘Spine stand tall so a fucker wanna brawl

I’m already here but he start to disappear

My dick make a bitch pussy to fuckin’ fear

I'll beat yo fuckin’ ass at my show, with my hoe And when it goes down, we gon make it the premiere

Ecstasy till i die, it'll be the conjuring when i'm high
Little bit of ganja green mixed with codine

Only real ass bitches know what i mean

Devil Jin grab, eye lazers perice ya heart

One winged angel cause my soul so dark

My pose so crazy i'm like abstract art

No one can contest i got no counterparts


★ Chorus ★

Sailor Moon hoe sling coke, till she choke

Smoke more than any mothafucka, imma toke

Purple Haze make me cloak in the smoke, my purrp make shawty take the deepstroke

Till her pussy broke

Burning incense cause we fuck with the smell
‘Spine so loud all he ever do is yell

I light mary janes with the pendants fire spell

I might’ve been cursed with the flames from hell

Now we whipping the impala even with all of the trauma they don't even fuckin' know, i'm grind

But i wanna rep a set with my homies while we smokin' marijuana while we crossin' to tijuana and we gonna get signed

Who give a fuck if you wanna talk down, pussy step up but you won't come to town

I'm running my streets even down to downtown So try to fuck around and i'll sit you down


★ Verse ★

Poppin' tequila on my riva, gettin' down n' dirty with a fuckin damn diva

Shoutout my homie for being off bean with pinas

While we drinking 4 loko so cold, chilling down in fuckin' geneva


I'm putting racks on bitch rack, while she get a dip of my sack

And i'm deep in the pussy, she taking it bareback

Call me Darrell Dixon with the wings on my back

Got a ethereal ass lilac mixed with


Black whip, bitch now we boutta fuckin' dip

After hitting that lick, got blood on my switch

Shit start to glitch, cause my king crimson did a time skip

Pussy had the guts but we left em inna ditch


Shawty straight talkin' wit a bad lisp, Instant transmission made his fuckin' fist miss

Make this fucka run by slitting my wrist

His bitch came to me, left with blood on my lips