Lyrics:
by myself bitch
She pops a lotta tags, she pops a lotta tags
Busting out her jeans, she busting out her jeans
She wears designer tags, she wears
over man she coming by herself
And I love to hit it raw, put the condom on the shelf
I’m a young born stunner watch me get it by myself bitch
She pops
dirty things
Protected by this N-I-N-E Glock
Feel like shawty pimp
This one for them niggas talking hot I'm here to check ya temp
No attempt when I empty
out by the bonfire
Just some good ole boys having a dang good time
We crank it up, down here
We get loud, down here
Throwin' down, in the dirty dirty
(Aviator)
(Taurus)
My bitch a Dirty Diana
Young nigga Michael Jackson bad (bad)
I came to ball, Steve Nash (ball)
I wake up, pop a tag (I wake
honey suckle sugar pop (yeah)
You the one that makes my heart stop
All over snapchat, real life emojis
Showin’ emotion, baby don't steal my focus
I know
down and dirty rude wit the body
Pop it out drop it low bring it to da floor
Pop it out drop it low bring it to da floor
Pop it out drop it low bring it
the drop I think she perfect
She got olive skin think she Persian damn
It's Dirty Flat
She making it drop for a nigga
She making it pop for a nigga
Why
Pop the pill, pop the-
Pop the pill, pop the-
Pop the pill, pop the-
Pop the pill, pop the-
Pop the pill, pop the-
Pop the pill, pop the-
Pop
I gotta get back to backstreets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep creep
Pop Pop hope cops don't see me,
Chorus
Break it down slow, Take it down ohh
Said I?m a hustla by any means boy I don?t play
If they don?t give me what I wants I goes the other way
stop
Livin' too wild, but I never get stopped by no cop
I'm losing control, I'm losing control, I'm losing control
I pop me a Perc', it ain't even work
I
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh
For my dirty, dirty
D.c. What?
Uh, yeah, uh, T.S.
Remix y'all
Remix y'all
Remix y'all
The remix
blunts till my arm look like Popeye
Till the day is bye bye
Till then, three hundred G fly by, rented
So foggy windows look tinted
We just be lookin'
the boat like osama
Getting load by the bundle
Jaybo gon clap you like thunder
Meechie gon put you right under
It’s gone be a dirty summer
Sticks like Stevie
tonight
DJ crank it, get it banging, show me light
Show me love
Love
Love
Roll out make it pop now
Live like E-D-C
People live away
Hands in the air
We
I could take a punch or get hit by a car
Could go to the nearest or farthest star
As a matter of fact it's what I won't talk about
Pop a word out
We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall
Double barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, just not run
I saw him on 205th in
We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall
Double barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, just not run
I saw him on 205th in
coming in (Actavis)
That purple be coming in, in, in, in
That purple be coming in, in
I poured up a dirty Sprite again
I pop on these Percs
to me
Thats right by my side
Whole lotta gang shit every time we ride
We gon' remind em of Yeezy's
Every time we slide
This that pop music
This that pop
and count up the money x3
We wake up and count count count
Down a cup of that dirty
Half a molly she flirty
Pop a perk and keep going
Beat it down till she
blunts till my arm look like Popeye
Till the day is bye bye
Till then, three hundred G fly by, rented
So foggy windows look tinted
We just be lookin'
talking)
Hold up Hold up Hold up
Man stop this shit man who playing this shit man?
Putting some of that dirty dirty on nigga!
Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
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