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a problem the gun was tucked
I aint the one for you to judge
I aint gone fold we aint gon budge
All of the water it look like tub
Yeah I got the dirty it look

or integrity, wait
My pedigree is C, O to the letter B
But you the type to talk to CO's and the deputy
Pussy-boy telling me that he relies on science
But I'm

in my face but talk about me when I leave , okay the cat out the hat , bitch ain’t no cap in my rap , what isn’t this isn’t that , I’m setting my traps

can stay the fuck away from me
Why you really act like
Why you really talk like
Bout things you ain't ever really did
Why you really flex like
Why you

fine
Its me talkin' dirty, in my best espanol
Let's have a party in my El Camino

Ya, your daddy tells you I'm no good
Worried that you'll pop the hood

If I talk they'll say I'm petty
I pree the preachers doing dirty
They do anything for the clicks
Chase the mouse like Tom and Jerry 
No disciples they

that Glock
Buss out that lethal weapon
Your bitch gush on my cock
Just met her in my mentions
Hush bitch don't talk
Please stay silent like detention
I

(Woah)
'Bout a hunnid grams in a Gucci bag (Woah)
I roll Za-Za-Za then I get slow
Dirty bitch and I ain't slow ayy, yeah
Riding down with my niggas
We came

 a lil' black Maybach
Said he got the bag, lil' nigga, he cap
That lil' nigga he cap

You tryna pull up no no, lil' nigga
Don't lag broke ass dirty ass

by day and night
Stretching for miles away from here
We talk of runnin’
Straight shot just gunnin’
Until we’re out there in the clear

It’s been hard

I do not fuck with the cops
I never talk to the-
Never take a handout, bitch, fuck no
Take a rubberband out, I run those
I be in the jam out, no

barely talk
I just speak through my numbers
I don't wash my dirty hands, now
I got shooters to dump you
You get big headed with me
Flachet top, like you my

come from Ziploc

Niggas talk a lot
But they ain't grow up on my block
Treat the Glock like grit's
Imma blow it ’cause it's hot
14 and I really had it in

the light, you can't stop the sun
Yeah and we talk to ourselves
'Cause you don't feel safe
When the coppers come
No surprise that we poppin' one
I look in

i'll carry you
I'll go find another block for you to talk to
Before you drop another bar
I might just drop you
And then i'll drop some dubstep too

that I wanna leave
She's crying her heart out to me
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Dirty in my system
Wild her up
She wanna cuff but got mileage on her
Don't

posts
I'll blend in with some dirty clothes acting like a fiend so I can get up close
Let off everything I have then run away with everyone else they'll

trafficking off a Motorola

Bend it over, bend it over, dirty money
Spend it over
Hit the work, flip it up-side down
Damn whoadie lil Nextel, pack yeah it smell

in his mata
Like, these niggas is dirty and bummy
Catch me a bunny, we gon' make him hop

O-O, let's do it like Wa, like Wata (Grrah)
Cook a nigga like

for Tone and Dave when he's pubbing
Bass pumping so dirty
It should be known as disgusting
I'm on a vibe tonight in a
Place where there's nothing but

can’t see us Here
We would climb to the rooftop, dance naked
And talk about Jumping off
Then climb down, let you do
What you want to me, don’t stop

I

Erick Rowan
Cause all my riddles be cray
But I don't talk in riddles like Bray
Rockin' in a Rocking Chair
Rockin' a Fedora with some thoughts to share

complain
Ain't no thing to niggas we use to it
We see somebody hurting fuck
Them we YouTube it
We, free niggas need to think bigger
Small talk and I don't

from the way

I grew up poor
Everyday I wore that same dirty Yankee cap
Low over my eyes, I didn't
Wanna talk to no-one, i was angry fast
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