Lyrics:
it?
That means never on the phone, you got it? Alright)
Live by it, die by it (Gangsta)
Rule number one, never shit where you eat at (never)
Rule
to Lionel Rich' and dancin' on the ceilin'
Go ahead and be a heroin, your own mind
Fuck your internet, coke is it when you on line
Smokin' dirty weed,
[Intro: Nelly]
Whoo! (so filthy)
So filthy... so filthy
[Chorus: Nelly]
I said it's my party
I can get high if I want to
I can blaze or light if I
five-ten, weighin one-seven-one
But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin crushed by a bum
Be like "oh Nelly, can I call you Mr. Hanes?"
Whichever one
gutta tror de kan komme og gjøre hva faen - gutta får stress!
Dirty hiphopjunkies som han karen utafor stress!
Forlater rappere som Nelly-fans, med trynet
over the rainbow
I write rhymes that jam more than jelly
So call me the Arthur without the Fonzarelli, or Nelly
'Cause I am so bad when it comes
the party jumpin'
Bartender, bring me something
Yeah, water boy, keep it coming
Yeah, out the sprinkler like a Nelly video
All blaze one, this is rap
tell ya I'm a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over boy
Uhh, they never seen 26's on a Hummer
My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer
Some
somethin' then he went and ran
21 Savage I'm cashing in, cashing out
Key Glock he thought me the paper the only route
Tryna be heard by my idols and make 'em
brr)
And made inflation worse than crypto winter
Blockchain ocean VS dirty fiat whaler
BTC 2.0, thank you Michael Saylor (saylor)
Gold is useless, you
I don't ever wanna hear that Esco acting Hollywood
I just chill, cause if you could do me dirty, you probably would
I be chilling with the white
the beat
Mhm Mhm
Me and Paloma Ford got married
It was just a dream like Nelly
I'm putting my foot on the gas I ain't got breaks
I don't need no petty
And I
not fail like Lehmann in Paris -
The trophy is there and ima get it by any means,
Even if it will take years to wash sins away
For that - I’ll say fuck
The family who be dropping the bombs, leaving 'em stunned
Rocking steady for jelly, like Nelly we're number one
[Dougie D]
Who's stacking shit my nigga,
The chicken and whatcha do is sticken and believe dirty is
Sticken
Through the door throwback Vokal galore watchin me fresh off
Tour hittin the
Floor take it
sample your music by lifting your break
fuk your soul with my goldie lookin' flow
cut off your penis on the david letterman show
take a deep breath, you're
ready
Hike, give the ball to Nelly
And nobody out there feels me
Take this ball, you have to kill me
And any player in my way, I'm foldin'
Damn, they
to be the boss, up in this here floss shit
Hit the lot went by the knot, don't even ask what the cost is
It's hot in the Dirty South, you know the top got
on the field
Changing my route just for the thrill
The way it jiggle I think it's real
Moving out west been feeling trill
Ice by black these custom grillz
Just
trashed them
Damn, they still cleaner then a bitch though
Lost my grillz but I'm still gone flex my dental
Got my full vision you just got a stencil
Fuck
the clock til I get my piece of the pie (what)
It's peace and love but still keep a piece by my side (by my side)
Watch them Cujo, hang life a
Keep em
covers by the weekend
She said you not might type but conversation is my weakness
Intentions on the table with the scraps and dirty dishes
I work the hard
Slut po'd up a fo I just got my gun dirty
I can't even stress bout what happened I ain't worried
I'm getting to the money so I'm always in a hurry
should
You know I'm Naughty by Nature by the way your mom shook
When I hit her with a Heavy D-Bo flex I'm wreck less
My next guess is you wreck less checks
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