Lyrics:
all days (yeah, the good ol' days, yeah)
Well, let's talk about the good old days (let's talk about them shits)
Know what I'm sayin'?
Take you
tales and your rates
Seeking lost souls to exploit and degrade
He's a
Dirty money
Power hungry
Star making
Monster, baby
But he sure talks sweet to me
(well damn)
Yeah, uh
Real nigga, I don't say that a lot
You can tell how I talk and the way that I rock
I'm a straight shooter, no sugarcoat
No
in the dirt? (Talk your ass off)
You make a call on me, that'll be your last call (last one)
I'm comin' to see you, all you do is (talk your ass off)
Little one it's been a while
You probably don't remember the face of your guardian angel
Of the sole protector of your space
Tonight I'm here to talk
right now, right right now
Right now I am a-roaming
When I get home
I'm gonna make that call
When I get home
I'm gonna talk it through
When I get
much you done spent
I swear she must believe
It's all heaven sent
Hey boy
You better bring the chick around
To the sad sad truth
The dirty lowdown
(Oooh
Candler
Flying gang, yeah I'm like Santana
Talk about smoke, but you don't want to
All my niggers with a flash like a camera
Four in Sprite, that's Dirty
own
Sometimes I can't find it at home
It hides in the stove (hello, where you at?)
Shit, talk about your brain being baked
My shit's still in
on (stepped on)
Do 'em dirty, do 'em bad
I'm gon' get you repped on
Got a shirt tied 'round his head just for a mask
And got the window down
Keep yo' heat,
body full of tatooes
'Bout to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lips
Tell him talk that shit, now y'all wanna trip
I keep it dirty on the East
Bitch broke, shut up
Don't talk to me, get your bread up
And we used to fuck but I got fed up
We eatin', all my niggas fed up
Bitch you broke, shut
might not be the ones but let's
Not be selfish and because we not
Gon' change the world let's not talk
About how we should change it
I don't know how
Da da
Darling migwo (migwo)
If i no chop na me dull on it
Say me no talk me no talk
Bae
Tell me the law's na me follow it
Babyy
The love you loving
got me lookin' like Michael Jackson
I don't want you dead, that's that fed talk
Most these niggas polices like Matlock
Armani the jeans, Gucci shirt
You ain't gotta talk you still blocked from my contacts
She hit me on my MySpace she ever wanna find me
I'm way too fly to drive, too drunk to call
through the country
With my seat leaned back
Thinkin' 'bout all my success
Underneath this dirty hat
Underneath this dirty hat
Underneath this dirty hat
Fit check baby I look fabulous
Dirty when I'm skirtin down the avenues
We gotta talk it out I can't stay mad at you
See what you saying if I look
(Dirty wine yeah dirty wine)
(Should've hit it more than one time)
(Woah)
This for the bitch that broke my heart in like the 9th grade
You got me
on my Benz
Is she really here to dance, not a chance, you a fan now
Koko brand, get it dirty now
Koko brand, get it dirty now
Koko brand, get it dirty
can't sow back together
Bitch, I do you dirty, come through swervin' with that black Beretta
Rolling Loud, one million dollar cash, what 'bout
at the party on dirty public transit
And I guarantee the cameraman will still be snappin' candids
Of you and your posse partyin', drinkin' what you get handed
(I need to talk to Mike Laury)
(Hello? This is Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(This is the sound)
Please don't get amazed by all these
your brain into it
Take your time and educate your mind
In the long run I'm sure you'll find
That if you walk the walk you can talk the talk
But
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