Dirt
BROCKHAMPTON
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Southside, brought the wave back (yooo) Hair nappy, need a wave cap (yooo) Same state where Trae at That's the reason for the mothafuckin' ASAP That's MOB nigga (naw!) Why you all dressed up, why your teeth messed up Why you look so lost, nigga (hellooo) Don't get it twisted down in the dirty south All we do is floss, nigga, that shit late Boss, nigga, that one me Ain't got time, can't no nigga take mine That shit our shit, lose it? No way (uh, uh, ow!) I'm over it, I'm over it (ow!) I'm on and in and out it (ow!) I'm nauseous, I'm nauseous (ow!) It hurts to think about it, oww! I've been riding 'round with my people (uh, dirty south) And I always put it down for my people (uh, uh, dirty south) She ain't ever caught them southern feels (uh, dirty south) But she gon' catch them southern feels 'Cause I get it while it's hot I get it non-stop as I watch that body rock Swanging through town, banging through town Let me slow it down as I get my money right Got this ice on my wrist, candy painted Lexus Finna' hit a lick with my squad Got a muddy cup of the purple stuff Take a puff, get buck, feel the southern love Scumbag from the Lone Star state Come around here You could be the next nigga on The First 48 Niggas run around with a snub 38 Gotta hold it down and protect your 28's 'Cause since 18 A nigga had a dream of that thang on the spokes I got my mouth froze, got them thangs on the low Who the f*ck spoke? Don't mind my southern drawl Got a pocket full of stones for all of y'all If he up, then watch him ball Plot to make these niggas fall, shoot through walls Take they money and they ki's And don't come back without it all Screaming f*ck 'em and we ball I've been riding 'round with my people (uh, dirty south) Always put it down for my people (uh, dirty south) She ain't ever caught them southern feels (uh, uh, dirty south) But she gon' catch them southern feels 'Cause I get it while it's hot I get it non-stop as I watch that body rock Swanging through town, banging through town Let me slow it down as I get my money right Got this ice on my wrist, candy painted Lexus Finna' hit a lick with my squad Got a muddy cup of the purple stuff Take a puff, get buck, feel the southern love Sock tan, pack of 'ports, dirty bitch, might double-cup her Smokin' gas on the porch, guess you could say I'm burnin' rubber Head is good, so I learn to love her, my dogs talk in numbers My iPhones got iPhones, so all my friends can talk to me My flip phone even switch lanes, my bitch got that lipstick Like candy paint, lick it off, f*ck me, then piss me off Alexis, get my ren' on, Alexis, get my ren' on Curve me, curve me, bitch don't hit my phone, 'cause Heard everything's supposed to be different 'round here Gotta make sense of shit 'round here It's like everybody wanna hit a lick 'round here Guess I gotta stop giving shits 'round here Been looking for a sign or some shit 'round here Grind hard just to get a fuckin' grip 'round here We don't sit 'round here, big shit 'round here You a target if you don't fuckin' fit 'round here Better charge it to the game, nigga (charge it to the game) We all going insane, better find a fuckin' lane Doing digits in a Range, nigga (I ain't even got a car) No guts, no gain, no pain, no fame We are not one and the same, nigga I could change your whole life, we don't need no hype Just to get shit lit for the night We could set it off on a f*ck nigga on sight Riding, riding, rolling with my southern niggas Riding, riding, rolling with my southern niggas Riding, riding, rolling with my southern niggas Riding, riding, rolling with my southern niggas Riding, riding, rolling with my southern niggas Riding, riding, rolling with my southern niggas Riding, riding, rolling with my southern niggas Riding, riding, rolling with my southern niggas Riding, riding, rolling with my southern niggas Riding, riding, rolling with my Pushing weight (moving weight, nigga!) Got to educate Niggas smoking on my scholarship, hanh! That's a win-win (mrrmrmwah!) Allowances off these college kids BROCKHAMPTON thicker than the Wayans man I'm an asshole, run up in su casa And dun dun dun dun da da dun dun (nah, nah) They deported my uncle (stop that!) 'Cause he ain't got the papers to prove it (no!) Mama sent me to that white school (not black!) Prove I could speak like them white kids (no!) Act like them white kids (what?) Smoke like them white kids (what?) F*ck that! (what?) I'm the all-black Johnny Cash
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Written by: Ameer Vann, Ciaran McDonald, Ian Simpson, Dominique Simpson, Isaiah Merriweather, Jabari Manwarring, Matthew Garrett Champion, Michael Kirby-McGann, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring, William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood
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