Lyrics:
to my QB crew
My LI crew, my Shaolin crew
My Dirty South crew
(What y'all niggas about the Dirty South?)
Atlanta, North Cakalak'
For all my fam, all
and dirty
So on, so on, and so on, we hoped that no one heard us
Shh-shh, ah, ah
And to this day, I think her mama knew but let us explore
Miss Donda, you
When I tried to get up
Well this dirty big pup
Grabbed me by the what (The what?)
By the leg and he pulled it
"Come here, me old flower"
I said then
Live Life by an old creek
But we like money
And
Yeah I talk loud
Yeah I get loud
Yes I get down
Huh
Yes I am proud
I say things
That I mean
And I do
It's been a long time coming since the dirty mix
You got to give a lot of something for your worthiness
I got big old balls it's what I'm serving
it's cool but it's not
Niggas be tryin to plot on what ya got
If you rich you better leave it low
It's a dirty old world, nigga, if you didn't know
Don't
I remember
It must have been back in '85
The song came to me
Halfway through a turkey sub
Week old
Expired
Half strung out in some dirty bathroom
suckers who you tryna impress
Me you people make me sick
I go feel better when I taking probiotics
Like muh girl chun li I go make this shotgun kick
You
To buy Miss Mouse a wedding gown.
Say, where will the wedding supper be?
Just down by the river in a hollow tree.
Say, what will the wedding supper be?
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
Wait a minute, man
Ayy, check this out, man (let him tell it)
It was this blind man right (man, check it, ayy), it was this blind man right (this
high for three days
You can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
[Chorus]
Ain't a damn thang changed, we still up in this game
And you know, I really miss my nigga Screw-U
Everyday it be the same, we holding
speak on me like you know me
Don’t say that you miss the old me
Don’t tell people that were homies
If you ain’t done nothing for me
I'm sick but I’m sick
then you beg on you knees li-like
Hitter hitter, man nobody says that
Ain't nobody sit through my old raps, yeah
Hit the age of 20 then i got better
Lil
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
a dirty overcoat
At the foot of the pillar of the road
Propped inside was an old man
Whom time could not erode
The night was snapped by sirens
Those
Before she died, she cried to see me by her side
She always did her best, ah! cookin', cleanin'
Always in the same old dress
Workin' hard down on her knees
Before she died, she cried to see me by her side
She always did her best, ah! cookin', cleanin'
Always in the same old dress
Workin' hard down on her knees
Battery way low, go full li yo
Battery way full, go low uwo
I pray make my charger no blow
Uwo awo, aye microscope ni mon fi wo
Battery way low, go full li
Hey yo Blaze! Hey
Check this shit out man swivel
Gave me this beat, it's
Some old school shit
Man! I'm thinkini'm thinkin we need
To ride on them
control me
Bitch, I miss my bro
When they killed him, they killed the old me
They left and they ain't look back
I've been runnin up them racks
They said
me a tool
Turn big 9 I slid with that iron
Turn old 10 had to cop me a gen
Tavare had gave me a carbon
Big ass gun get to sparking
Ion do drive bys
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