Lyrics:
asses that's fatter, you trip and you chatter,
I don't even talk so it don't even matter
How high I get, over verses I spit
I dirty my Sprite, put it
said but now we're up in the big leagues
My dirty it's our turn at bat
And just as long as we living, it's Lunatics player
It ain't nothing wrong with
food for thought, let me feed ya brain
Your ex-man did you dirty, did he leave a stain?
When them losers talk, tell em please refrain
I refuse to stop,
when he talks,
he smells like cheap cologne.
He's a married old man with the zipper always down,
he should have stayed at home.
Old dirty man, dirty
want
And money always talks
To the idiot savants
(Yeah, yeah)
Now shut your dirty mouth
If I could burn this town
I wouldn't hesitate
To smile while you
to graduate from Yale
A high maintenance nigga, bitches compliment my nails
You know it ain't no goin' against the grain, I'ma prevail
This coupe talk
(AB)
(D-Roc)
Jumped out the jet and took me a flight
Nothin' ain't real, everything got a price
Fuck a bad bitch, better talk to me nice
I'ma
killaz by my side
Your bitch like me
Cuz my dick thick
I am big guy
You are dirty pig
Catch my lowkick
Ran away quick
Man, fuck it
Just fuck it
Keep talk
guns and
Throw them away.
There he goes, hey
I just the gypsy bandit.
Gypsy talk-
She has been here 3 times and
The 4th time, she was emptied in from
Givenchy
Ridin' with that semi, I don't talk like Wendy
I been pourin' up this dirty, red got me trippy
Leave a hater with that angry face like my Fendi
Make you want to be a farmer don't it
No, you won't see her in the centerfold of playboy magazine
No, she's too busy gettin' dirty in a field of green
Who's buying Boardwalk?
These old men they make their dirty deals
Go in the back room and see what they can steal
Talk about your beautiful for
A shallow grave to easily ignore behind the house
A dirty hole to cover up
In the morning he was gone
We don't talk about the dog
We don't talk about the dog
her dirty out the soda 'cause I'm never sober
Fell up ice to the brim, brim, brim, I like it colder
I've been sippin' promethazine ever since I blowed
Who's buying Boardwalk?
These old men they make their dirty deals
Go in the back room and see what they can steal
Talk about your beautiful for
Club flesh, club flesh, club flesh, club flesh your words are dirty, your blood is fresher
I dig your style, your type is negative I dig your style,
aight?
[KIM:] Bring me what i need?
[SHORT:] yeah (call me, just call me)
[CHORUS]
when you need some one to talk to, someone to fuck you (call me)
like dem talk o
Ye ye
Many many things wey dey sup o
Eye don dirty eye dey red o
I dey mount my guard on a reg o
cnd na the grace of God
Na dey
All they talk about is dollars
You ain't talkin' to man, holla!
Two doors in the air
And if you celebrating put your cups in the air
Let me see your
dirty, come back, hit at your shit
You ran when your nigga got popped
Why you ain't shoot back? (why you ain't shoot back?)
I'm EBK for real
Any nigga
she bought her homie and I got a friend
She throw it back, dirty whining again
Instant replay, I rewind it again
Shawty bust it open, lay it down
she says
She's on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery
Left my heart on the shelf for way too long
Sick and tired, picking up from the dirty
And you can take back that purse
I bought you
Shit is what it is
I see how it is you hella did me dirty
Steppin on my name now I think
You really
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south?
One time
Lord forgive me, for I've sinned
Over and over again,
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