Lyrics:
dirty stuff
That unworthy stuff
If your shit ain't certified by Ed don't serve me bruh
I've been talking this shit come straight off the head
The Lord be
my witness, you bet your whole life, I ain't paying em back
Im talking that grown shit, that old shit, got taxes and mortgages, I'm a grown man I can't
full blown dipped
Man these niggas riding dirty hope you catch my drift
If you get it then you got it, let that seatbelt click
I be chilling with my
there in Richmond
Before that
Oh, you talking bout my hometown?, yeah
I was born out of Philly grew up in a little silly old town called Cheltenham
It
Voice)
" You was 8 years old
Diamonds on your swhiiiiiin bLING BLING
BLING BLING" diamonds on the Sebring
Diamonds on the Sebring change it up
Man, I gotta
Do my old friends think about me, cuz I think about them
Wonder how they rolin, But apart we growin
cnd I wanna reach out, But I dirty my tee
cnd i
Of course she was delighted! she creaked a little bit,
And some old birds flew off of her
Hey, mr. tambourine man, play a song)
Billy told ethell they
been listening to lot of them OG's so lately
By following their steps i'll make all the noise
Shaping my music like Statue of Liberty
And copying
stopping me
There ain't nothing I can't do, that's what I believe
You should know by now that I'll always achieve
I made my first million, only 21 years old
ain't no capping
And your shorty good at giving me the top, ain't no capping
Mixing new money with the old bands
I been through a lot, I'm like an old man
floor (how much longer?)
And he's old and he's stupid and he's hungry and he's sore
And he's blind and he's lame and he's dirty and he's poor
Gimme more,
after the 9 someone handle my phone
Buts it's too late dirty harry how I handle the chrome
Put a hollow in a high hat how I dismantle a song
Out in Miami
a rain dance
Feel like dame dash after the plane crash
Or when dirty harry killed a gang with the same mag, i can't decide
My brain compares wine
you light
Webster Macaulay Culkin man I stay with the mic
In my prime I’m starting to rock I’m chuck Barry
Agents me do you feel lucky I’m dirty harry
no, no, no, you crying little bitch
That can never be me, you a certified bitch, yeah
You can call me Dirty Harry, I'm the next hitman
With my 357,
traumatized. Granny left too she was apart of me so much death really made a killa up out of me. Uncle was a solider papa was a gangster both was Dirty Harry
committed
Never slacking with it, Mask off I'm Jim Carrying
Aim still straighter than a shot from Shawn Marion
Punk pushed his luck, give a fuck, Dirty Harry
me feel so small
Til this day I couldn't fathom why that situation stuck with me
I guess he didn't know that dirty 10 year old looked up to him
But If
Don't fuck a man when I pass by
I'm pass how, that tinie shit, might pass out
I p-p-p-ick that money up then dash out
I'm bigger than your dads house
but I'm not a cherry
I don't need a gym it's ok cuz I carry
My clothes are clean but I'm dirty as Harry
I can show u how to stunt
Top down in the wraith
exit the old style, enter's the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's Harry, Dick,
a metaphor
How many different ways is it to say I'm getting cheddar more
A nigga twice as old way mo' popular need to set at all
Man I just say it to my
right off the swipes down in SoHo
Gangstas don't talk to the cops that's a no no
I'll do a nigga dirty like harry with the 44
Yeah I'm on my grind again
fluid shit
How I see ya
Cuz I’m up at the top
Ate sides but they want me to stop
Dirty Money
While I’m subbing Harry
Scary movie
Yeah it’s fucking scary
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