Lyrics:
In a red thong
Red pump heals
Nothing else on
Oil my legs
Cherry red lips
Long black hair
Covering my breasts
Would you like that?
How bout
in my hands
Mouth on that drill ish
I be on that wired insane
Ultimate trill shit
And there is not a soul that can see me
Like I'm not real trick
Yeah
That's right
Hey
Run it
Fly boy eighty fo's for my landing gear
Runway lights on my neck wrist hand and ear
I look like a chandelier you can
Yeah
That's right
Hey
Run it
Fly boy eighty fo's for my landing gear
Runway lights on my neck wrist hand and ear
I look like a chandelier you can
you step into Dirty's domain
This cold game got you switchin' identities and code names
I went from enough ta mo game, growin like Rogaine
keepin'
heat as I kiss your lips)
Reflect my Own (Oh, you're so wet, as I kiss your...)
Well you know you've got me haunted by your scent
Now I find myself
One thing about being a black woman
It's always somebody in your got damn business
Yo Imma tell you right now you barking up the wrong tree
If you
get through frontin' niggas out here already know that you ain't gon' shoot nothing
End up at the pearly gates when they test you
Gotta dirty face but
the beef, I ain't touchin' your hand (aight?)
I don't mess with chumps (what?)
For those that been to jail, that's the cat with the Kool-Aid on his lips
I'ma know how to handle
Black and white diamonds it look like a panda
All these missed calls
Got her pissed off
My neck she left lip gloss
Damn I guess
Bounce, bounce, so come on, baby, abuse me
You know I love the way you
You know I love the way you do me dirty
I like your black dress
With your hair
Bitch you got ass for me
Bitch you got cash for me
Bitch and I ran the fee
Bitch you got dirty knees
Bitch you know I ride with a 30
And bitch I
teller to
Holla and hit the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh
the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh this cannot be!
Who shot JMJ
Nip
Still the same
Side by side whether black or white
Hand in hand whether black or white
All we need na to love
Whether black or white
Sheh you dey hear me
yo abs so hard you think this Black Lip
Bastard with the long dick, killed you in the open
Like it’s open season a pothead, what your smokin
I’m
hand
Ever since my life
Started I been heartless with an R5
1 more don't lie, let it pop by
Pop eyes, with the wrist when I walk by
Ever since my eyes
rolling they hating
Patrolling and trying to catch
Me riding dirty
Trying to catch me riding dirty
Trying to catch me riding dirty
Black and yellow, black
you're just a liar, dirty liar.
You can't help yourself, you love playing away
You keep cheating like a cat in a black alleyway
You send a thousand
you're just a liar, dirty liar.
You can't help yourself, you love playing away
You keep cheating like a cat in a black alleyway
You send a thousand
love
And 325 horses can't get me to you fast enough
Your lips around a Coca-Cola
My hand on the wheel and your head on my shoulder
Some things never go
Put a price tag on ur head no snap back
Crystallized rhymes in a vial dat crack pack
Cut off both of your hands no clap back
Shoot for loot Truth in
blowing Dirty South bread
Catfish fried up, Dirty South fed
Sleep in a cot'-picking Dirty South bed
Dirty South girls gimme Dirty South head
Hand me
the ones that bought in
All the dirty money moving around they can't get caught in hand
Yea The glares match the stares comin at em
It's metropolis all over
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