Dark Liquor

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Dark Liquor by Mystik Singh

Dark Liquor Lyrics

Pa
Pa
Pa
(Pa Pa Pa) Two things still knowin what they gon' form
Heavy in a couple cities don't tell the informers
Chevy 16 inches
Ten switches
Drop top old school
Holds 10 bitches
I came from the trenches
From the bottom
I was workin for a heaven
Dark liquor Johnny Walker
cnd Henny in my system
I walked with the
Blood of Jesus
Manifested all my wishes
Now they say I signed with Satan
Cause I pushed tracks like pistons
I got fly like a G6
Gotta see it to believe it
So I bought myself a Lotus
Hit it with touch of Midas
cnd I'm iced out with diamonds
Talk to me nice now we flyin
Up up and away first Weezy
Now Mystik changing climates
It was hectic how we managed (yeah)
It was hell I turned it to heaven
Made life my bitch (Pa Pa Pa)
Now she on a leash
I run shit like cpollo Creed
No triple 7s but it's like I won the slot machine
I'm a slot machine off a streak
Diamonds forming under certain conditions
I'm pressing pen to the pad
Let me show you how to apply pressure
Deliver like you the rap god off acid
cnd Dymethaltriptamine I'm switching dimensions
The shaman gave me DMT tea
Now I'm popping out of body
Speaking to energy
It's a trippy scene Mystik and Weezy this is synergy
How I make music a masterpiece
When I fuse it I mastered peace
I'm super lucid in a lucid dream
I'm super human altering frequency
Two things still knowin what they gon form
Heavy in a couple cities
Don't tell the informers
Chevy 16 inches
Ten switches
Drop top old school
Holds 10 bitches
Fold them riches get both of them digits
No near nigga compare to young
Nuts hung low hoe prepare your tongue yeah
The game been hurting I'm the medicine ahead of ‘em
I aimed and squirt
ct the rest of them
Mother fuck ‘em
I'm the boy
On fire like Coi Leray
Rubbin together
I get money forever
I got two clips stick together
That's a hundred whatever loving the cheddar
Call me Mozzarella it's no sweat I could hustle when I hide weather
I'm Weezy fucking Baby lots of terror PS a few shots to whoever (Pa Pa Pa Pa)

From the album: Memento Mori