Lyrics:
(flaad)
Hook: Just you mind, on your motherfucking money I can niggas on my line, love shooting like a junky, free my niggas doing time, that can
Before she is misbehaves and she Choke me
Black raves out of blue feed me into a slaughter machine
Bit by bit her sweet speeches like honey
Enough to draw
dirty, shall we?
Let’s
Get
Dirty
Alright, that was a little bit too much. Wasn't it? I'm so sorry, he can be stupidly pretentious at times. Let's get back
with his shepherd's crook.
I'll tell it all in my new book.
When they lead you to the wood,
remember that you always should
leave a trail of black-eyed
(That's Vade on the keys)
And free Var 'nem
But this gun dirty
That's somethin', nigga, YoungBoy
They don't like who I am
I don't like it one
America's nightmare
Young, black and just don't give a fuck
I just wanna get high and live it up
So fuck a 9 to 5 and whitey tryin' to slave us (fuck them)
America's nightmare
Young, black and just don't give a fuck
I just wanna get high and live it up
So fuck a 9 to 5 and whitey tryin' to slave us (fuck them)
no
Hurts me to hurt you but
I don't think that I can stop now no no no no
Good girl lookin for a bad bad time
Blue eyed devil finna hide yo mind
Make
And if you see him
You can tell by his act
Not his word but his deed
And we bleed all because of that
Lifestyle of a dirty
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
Yeah
Turn me down just a lil' bit
Yeah
I ain't shed a tear since Pac died
Don't know why it hit me when Pop died
by parents
At the tender age of five, in front of they siblings wide-eyed
Nah not surprised, just the real scene regularly
Up in between the lies,
Fuck fame, when miss thang got a dirty name
Crap game and fuck niggas smoking zut suits
It was bound to happen across my black boots
And nigga fuck
a bit feathered
But poof gone it's settled by boys running that metal
Stick twigs, never once licked fists for cheddar
Them beefed hands was imminent here
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
What's been done can't be undone Son, we can't care
Cause the last days and times are surely here
Snakes and flakes get blown, by the righteous ones
at the park on the black top watching the kids play
Hey style complimented the sunny day
There's a mild nature about her
Gentle but firm for all the bullshit
You say you got dem keys and dem peas, shittin' me
Talkin' 'bout you got dem stacks on deck boy, shittin' me
D4L ain't what's happenin', shittin' me
heart
I'm going up to Trixy's palace
To finish off a pint
And stay until the great black sky
Becomes a milky white
But every time I greet the morning
to purchase it. A friend of mine was judged, he was a bit of a dirty book, he was a necrophiliac who killed his partners, is that wrong? You see…..'
He was
on I'll fetch you a glass of wine
No need to drink anymore cause Jonah's back
The only white Jonah for the last time I'm not black
Leap in for an attack
my consciousness
Interrupted briefly by pukin' fits
Til I find myself starin' cross-eyed at a dumplin stew
Now what miserable son of a bitch could
still dirty in this, still flirty
with these misses, still Kissin 'Em Back (The same mission black!)
Yeah I'd love to meet my soulmate, but what if I
and mastering now
Mobbin by myself I'll never catch a R.I.C.O
This a Ted talk
This a key note
Beanie on thumper in my pea coat
Got a lot of skrilla on me
A lot
Brighten up you home, it said in the advert
All your decorating done by an expert
How the hell was I to know he's such a dirty sod
I wanted subtle
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