SHANIA TWAIN

The Jux – Dark Lights (Lyrics)

Intro

The almighty Jux

Yo Turkish I just used a bottle of Acqua Panna to wash my feet yaknow

It’s different

Verse 1 (Wavy Boy Smith)

This life style I live is truly glamor, Louis hamper

Gucci Samba at Sushi Samba

Naturally I’m kind of vain

The mink out sliding in the rain

My whip sounding like Shania Twain

It’s silly all the figures I blow through

Dripping in Nobu, got my wrist lit up like Goku

N***a that’s philosophers stones

Chilly is the wizard on a Yoruba throne

It’s Juju when the bassline dropping

Smelling like Voodoo, it’s Dries Van Noten

The Jux paid in full like AZ and Lulu

And they know the proofs in every case I’m popping, splash

LV on my frames to make a spectacle

Ladies label me a sex symbol

When the rock stars up in the jet

It’s like Russian roulette

Bitch you’re playing with a sex pistol

Crown and bezel on my wrist all before rap

When you get it how you live what you call that?

Hello we on the same memo

My canneries came yellow before I ever made demos

The views from my aura and penial gland

Got to stay in tune for my dreams to expand

Magic, cos shorty see my AC balance

And now she wants to ball on a week in Milan

Cos I run it like Kaka

Frank Lukey groovy the rug is Alpaca

(Bitch you better blot that shit)

I’m sipping Dakari’s when I’m in Dakar

Sade gets the mood right

Whipping in them toys

Diamonds dancing in the moonlight

Luna brings me Joy

It’s your majesty here

Now picture Mana Musa in Vanity Fair

Chorus (SXINT THOMAS)

Fly Pain sipping Lanson

Shania Twain in the mansion

The Talk with the sauce N***a

The horse on the Porsche N***a

Van Cleef with the vangarde

Grand Prix with the black card

We talking that talk N***a

Reports From Resorts N***a

Verse 2 (Idris Elba)

They rather see me in a box than ever start living

But until I’m in a box mate I’ma keep living

I ain’t paying at the gate, nah I just keep billing

If I have to slap you in the face, I am so willing

No jokes just rocks in my watch

I’m Gucci as the man that loves to be watched

My metaphorical thrones wearing robes of an African

They chasing me but either way I’m just lapping them

Round of a round of applause for a brother

I give thanks three words for my mother

Give no fucks three words for the haters

I invoice for this rap man I do it for the paper

I’m in the paper, daily on this planet

Black Superman turn Lois into Janet

Clark into Kwame the man of steel

Black king, turn this gold into steel

Now don’t talk shit you don’t know much about

Unless your congratulating

Keep my name out your mouth

And less of the masturbating

Get that real pussy out

Say something for pimp if you want to rent it out

All this wahala cos I’m crossing over

Taking over but I ain’t Hova

Got the blueprint to print this green

Envy is a bitch I know you know her, look

Instead of taking roots in all that hate

Take a leaf from my book roll up and smoke

It’s the black president, making dead presidents

And I’m in my own booth and I’m bout to vote, blood

I ain’t done I’m still writing this book

Pages of thoughts on verses and hooks

And I know that I told you don’t s*** your future

Butt anyway I’ma still come with The Jux

Chorus (SXINT THOMAS)

Fly Pain sipping Lanson (fly shit)

Shania Twain in the mansion (fly shit)

The Talk with the sauce N***a

The horse on the Porsche N***a

Van Cleef with the vangarde (Brooklyn)

Grand Prix with the black card (Brooklyn)

We talking that talk N***a

Reports From Resorts N***a

Fly shit