Lyrics:
[Scratch Chorus x2]
"It's a dirty game and rule #1" Jadakiss 'The Set Up (Remix)'
"The cream"
"Rules everything around me" - Wu-Tang 'C.R.E.A.M.
name was maybe Heather?
Meet her, beat her, heat her, then eat her
Like a butcher and a sow
Slice her, dice her, mesmerized by her
Boiling head in
they true
But in real life, those niggas will be the snitches
It's a dirty game y'all
Y'all got to be careful about who you fuck with
And who you
Fade Away Feat. Airinna Namara, Hunter Williams, Lil Bonk
Policy / Fade Away Feat. Airinna Namara, Hunter Williams, Lil Bonk
Fade Away - Lyrics By
(Ayy, Rashon, this bitch go crazy)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Smokin' dope, tryna get my head on
Chasing money, oh yeah, tryna
This is the beat,
The beat of my planet
They call it mother earth
The beat of my planet
There's too much trash
We've got to recycle
Don’t throw
This is the beat,
The beat of my planet
They call it mother earth
The beat of my planet
There's too much trash
We've got to recycle
Don’t throw
losing our minds
And we’re just scraping by (ay) with our
Dirty fingers
Hey
Yeah we’re doing alright
Have the time of our lives
We’re just scraping by
up)
Heard the beat, my first thought is, "I'm bout to beat this the fuck up" (yeah)
Talkin' all that tough talk, like, "Fuckboy, come run up"
Real
There was one open seat
At the end of a crowded bar
By a grungy old man
With a dirty glass and old cigar
If you're going to drink bourbon Mack
By me
We went from repping zones to color of bandanas
Tryna stay clean, but the streets dirty like Diana (they is)
They laughed at how we talk then ran off
fairy fort
I pulled up my bike be a tree in the gripe
To find shelter out of the storm
The rain it came down and like stones beat the ground
But it was
keep sippin'
Dirty AK with the beam on it (Dirty!)
Clip so long I could lean on it (Long?)
Free my niggas locked behind bars (Free 'em)
Moved a hundred
MINNI-HA-CHA
WRITERS HANK WILLIAMS, FRED ROSE, BETTIE WESTERGARD, TOMMY COLLINS
Minni-ha-cha was the name of the maid
That was old Kawliga's gal
Written by: Dèja D. Williams
Produced by: Shahid Elamin, Dèja D. Williams
Yea
Dèja,
I think we got one Sha
Get off my body hunny,
This muh
time to stop all this gardening (it's dirty as hell)
Let's call a spade a spade (is a spade is a spade is a spade)
I saw a man eating celery, so I
(Drum Dummie)
(Drum Dummie made the beat and you know they killin' it)
Oh, this Drum Dummie who made this beat, huh?
I ain't flashin', though
a beat down alley
Or in a dirty club at night
Kitchen sink make me
Kitchen sink break me
The realism feels so nice
When you're hanging out your dirty
clean off of living dirty
Can't leave the streets alone, it left a stain on me
I get on this beat like it's my testimony
We do the same thing, but
dear, don't kill me here, I'm unprepared to die"
She never spoke another word, I only beat her more
Until the ground around me within her blood did flow
Woo can you turn my volume up a little
Oh boy Oh boy turn my beat
Hehe Lyrical Thrillz on em
Eh Eh Eh Eh
I was a dirty dish but now I'm in the King's
much
Now you about to get fucked in your dirty butt
You never seen a pimp like me, out here whorin'
Shut your fuckin' mouth and you'll be out by
Kootchie Man
Heidy, heidy ho, heidy heidy hi!
Oh i'm a no good dirty Hootchie Kootchie Man!
Ive kissed the devil
Looked death in the eye
I even beat
My father had skin like leather
Hands like steel
From a lifetime spent in the cotton fields
Though he'd come home tired and dirty
Almost every
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