Lyrics:
inside the game, it's too big
It's a tight fit never made a bad song
They don't come out of my lips
Got the game by the neck
Won't let go I got tight grip
wicked dirty white rocks stuff in my bridges I got black tint on my lenses I hide my pain bitch u want understand me
In my home I cry alone I hope these
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
There's a black cloud overhead that's me
And the poison ivy chokes the tree again it's me
I'm the filthy one on bourbon street you walk on by
tried to keep us there
The streetlamp covered us in dirty gold
your lips were hot against the cold
and your hair a black raven
into my hands it fell
hand, two hunnid inside the band
Don't look directly in, you're bound to get an aneurysm
Crib in Florida (Florida), six corridors (yes)
All marvelous,
don't spark a lightbulb in your mind
Then why the hell am I paying PECO
Might as well been riding dirty outchea
My potty mouth need proof or a new peacoat
the gist, better give some suck
You changing your planet, you need you a truck
The shit that I'm planning, you shit out of luck
Hands get too dirty, I'm still
the one, you are the one
Amazed by the way that you shake them hips
Shakin' your ass all on my dick
I get aroused by them sexy lips
'Cause you are
Passin' niggas with pants saggin'
With they hand on a black Magnum
To clap him backwards
So their last words is, "Kcuf meht nmad saggin"
That's
hands hidden by vines
And we sip from the wine like kisses from poisoned lips
See the blind can only lead the blind into the abyss
Word to the massive,
commando gear -- black robes and a red sash
around his head -- is standing by a plan on the wall. He is addressing an
audience of about eight MASKED
Dirty minds
They're banning books in FLA
They're concealing Michelangelo
Behind a piece of black tape
Ah hide it from the kids
Art's a dangerous
on the street, gettin'
Smoked like brands, son
So I stay dirty like "Sanford and Son" (yeah)
Groupies gossipin' stay runnin' their lips
(woo)
Cause they seen
up by the white man
The dirty, rich and powerful came up with a master plan
Sold us drugs and fucked us up, cuffed up my fucking hand
They let me live
crib
She was musty
Got a lil thang from my hood
And she busty
Lips so smooth
Plus the ones by her bun B
Pussy gotta hold
Like a vice grip Scrunchie
Every
ourselves
Die from the sicknesses if we
Don't seek the health
All eyes be my witness when
I speak what's felt
Full house on my hands, the cards I was dealt
It's a dirty world but it still spin
You can't do nothing about it but try to live in it
It's a cold world
Surrounded by lies but it's time for
ain't help me with shit
Just know that money talk and that bullshit walk
Best to believe it
I'm riding solo in the whip
Black and mild that's on my lips
exploited.
Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm
And hand-held flame-throwers.
The poor and underprivileged are raped and tormented
By leaders who
a salt shaker)
Maybe we can talk later (maybe we can talk later)
I'm dirty Murph, I got a lot on my mind
Like funeral line booty's got a lot of behind
Form guerilla hands to pick me up by eight
It was a sweet night, the weed gates don't stay open late
Check my bank roll, remove the tints
? is pet charm,
Wait hold up, kill it
Motherfuckers always trying to guard me
I just wanna know if they ripping my routes off
You a lil boy, I can tell by the big
boots by your little bare feet
Let it out, tell me right now
Everything I need in them white cotton sheets
Dirty dance me slow in the summertime heat
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