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Young nigga

That shit came straight from the muggy mug
Just where the thugs gonna pop you like a Percocet (Yeah)
Niggas capping ‘bout that dirty work but

at all of this money on me (woo)
Look at all of these twenties on me
Dirty cash (FOREVEROLLING)

Three or four awards, thirty-four stores (yeah) (woo)

Talking mature, but spit that manure
Sound like the trenches, still got the allure
Dirty and grimy, I pour out the sewers
They claiming they ill, I'm

don't care about friends
I was made to be on my own
I came in this world by myself
And I'm leavin' alone
Hopefully with a crib that I can call my own
With

Dirty B**ch

Three 6 Mafia

Last 2 Walk [Deluxe Edition CD/DVD]

2008

[Repeat: x10]
I ain't gonna make it rain
I ain't gonna bullshit you

[Chorus: x2]
Dirty bitch, a dirty bitch
A dickie dirty bitch, a dirty

phone go chirp) but you wanna come by?
(My phone go chirp, gotta bend these Percs)

Breakin' down, get a break like a Kit-Kat (ayy, yeah)
Rockin' all

That’s that boy Dirty can tell by his walk
Rich nigga mind you can tell when I talk
Imma just hop in the booth and go off
And give all to my fam I don’t

I'm airing my dirty laundry linen detergent the fire is burning flow
Tighter than virgins she tight like a virgin
I slide in she hurtin I'm higher

do you dirty usually smile up in yo face yeah
See I been out the way
Ain’t worried bout these haters
Ain’t tripping bout what they say
I been riding

Said why'd you use me
And why'd you have to abuse me
And why'd you do me so dirty you was flirting
With a hundred other guys
While I was looking in

from a dirty city I came up with some dirty niggas 
I murked out in them dirty streets that housed dirty bitches 
Rooming house is for stitches dirty

cin't no player like a dirty south player
Cause them dirty south players rolling big
cin't no player like a Midwest player
Cause them Midwest players keep

to say the truth but gotta do it
(loud) said its dirty job but someones gotta do it
We care a lot!     About the pop stars , fake butts that calcified 
we

I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn, yeah
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look

Ayy

I pop the Perc', blue, I'm going to Saturn
That ho stay in Gucci
She know by the patterns
Stepping in Neiman's, I need me the platter
Put this shit

Ayy, yeah
I sip out the cup, it ain't driving me crazy (damn)
This shit I took up, it ain't making me lazy
I pop me one up and I keep going crazy

stern and justice stood
And people were behavin' like
They ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

Intro]
im up by 6am 1Rail
Up by 6am Fleak Type
up by 6am
we be on the grind yeah i be
im up by 6am pay the money
up by 6am yeah
up by 6am unhhh

another summer wasted in the battlefords
on a banana seat bike with a hockey card in the spokes
a friend of ours who's dad stopped his car by said

Country Cousins

UGK

Eardrum [Clean]

2007

here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by any means
You know what I'm sayin', son?

Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that

do you dirty you brain dead
I do you dirty you brain dead
Pop up scope it out
Spin the block, park up
Fuck a drive-by, walk up
It's going down, get

with me
Took her home, did the dirty, now she have to clean
I got two hoes stalking, they be watching me
Pop a perc, even when that shit be killin' me
I

Yeah
Fuck it, fuck it
In my zone
By myself
Go Skrr (by myself)
Yeah
Lil bitch (okay)
In my zone
Gon pop pills
In my throne
I've been
Fucking fading

where's the bitches?
This crazy boss just fucked up the
Game word to the clippers
My enemies bitch got her face
Right by my zipper
Tequila is laced, give me