Lyrics:
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Bitch quit the whining you know Where you can find me
I be in the lab like a chemist
Keep my mouth clean like a dentist
Sometimes I get dirty but I
deadly kittens
Not the dirty dozen
Down in the south they say people
Fuck their cousins
To most of us that sounds unpleasant
But whom I to judge
I’m not
We back again y'all yea
Uh
Prepare for the bum rush soldiers
Let your guns bust only if the reason or
The meaning isn't unjust
Yo this season we
Damn near had ta' choke her
Use ta smoke weed
Like a no limit soldier(Pee)
The round off the tank
Boy I thought I told ya'
My grill ain't gold
Only thing
good shit
Is that down and dirty 110% hood shit
When a nigga got yo back and you got his
When a nigga ride for you like he ride for his kids
Real shit,
huh--homie what
East coast get ready--dirty south get ready--west coast get ready--playa huh--homie what
Fed up wit you thuggs--goin head up wit you
like I represent for Texas
And who this nigga talking down on Dirty South, niggaz rapping reckless
Scared took him out of the hotel, 'cause when Ro
She likes to sx rough
Dirty shh like in the bed slt
Loves the headbtts aint talkingbeats
But we beat on the regulaaaaaaaaaaar
I forced in with my
Keep it pumping up in the speakers, you crunk and you feel it
Down in the Dirty Dirty, motherfuckers we soldiers
S.L.A.B. bitch, we locking and taking
Niggas got a eye problem give cataracts
Bet I'll be spooning with yo bitch like apple jack
She whisper in my ear and said your sex game was whack
So I gave
off that's who made you soft
Bitch you wanna come in that south, where it get dumb in that drought
Where niggas wild out like O-Dog and run in yo
I
Got a message for him
Official pistol lifts you, slip yo
Rip through bone tissue twist you
Separate your fucking nerves when
The chrome hit's you
So
she got me flexing counting on my blessings
I got it covered bread buttered never stressing
And I love that ass though mad though fact yo
Hit it from
to panic
Aye dog yo what happened
Remember the fools
That we ciphered at the school
One robbed me smacked me
Up with the tool
And took all my jewels
Told
Phelps
BTA, Belt To Ass, leaving welts
Same lor, dirty nigga, came from the South (uh, uh, uh)
Seen some shit you just wouldn't believe
And she try bring
up these hoes in yo hood again
I fucked her once never talked that's the way i planned it (yeah)
Im high as fuck out my mind on another planet (lets
gunna sound
He ah need anotha med
Pop down skip town
Straight lane
We go south bound
Hellcat flyin birdy
Look at big b go 130
I juh godda a pack
by
Yo guard that you ain't a fighter
Came out the bac door the nigga ain't see me
He wanna die over a pound of that tree
Tree no sixty nine I can't
what's the reason for the dirty looks?
Yo, check my name in your books
Seem like every time I slap on my Starter cap
And step for a breath of fresh air
I
Yo
I'm from the corner where the Remy pour, crack flow into dimes
Goons patiently waitin' in cuts to clap .9s
Playin' 'em like curtains when it's que
to hear the sound when you make my phone rang rang
Met up the next night we get to makin' out
The love seed in my heart began a little sprout
The days go by
Hey yo, the cars looking blurred in my rear view mirror
When, the base so loud, it could tear through ligaments
I was bumping on pills, stressed
four or five bandanas on
Tony Montana in they songs, living like John Gotti
But you check they background, they never shot nobody
They claim they from
multi-spigots
I get her titties soapy I
Grab her by the biscuit's
And yo i fuck her gently
I clean her dirty business
She's screaming Jesus help me and
Can I have
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