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Dirty 4
by Justin Rarri
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Hmm, hmm-hmm
(Seph got the waves)
Hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm
(Ayy, lay that shit)
Fake hoe, get the fuck from 'round me
I got some shit that I know, I can't tell nobody
Hmm, pick up, pick up
I'm feelin' like I'm dyin'
I got that cold heart fever, I been feelin' like no one 'round me
And I got a feelin', you don't care about me
You just wanna see all this money
And this is for everybody
I'm still stuck in the hood, I been killin' myself
I been smoking 'til I get this pain all out me
Had to get up by myself
'Cause they don't give a fuck, man, these niggas don't care about you
We be shootin', watch your step
I got hella big dogs and them niggas don't play about me
'Til the day we up on jet ski, oh, baby, I cry
And she want me to fall off, you think I'm blind sighted
I been stuck in my head, gotta move out it
Mama say I need therapy, I'm wildin'
Give a fuck 'bout drip, want no stylist
I been gone too long, I'm too quiet
Only trust my dirty four
You know my heart cold
Only worried 'bout a bankroll
And I know they wonder why he ain't talkin'
Just because I said so
And I promise mama after I reach it, I ain't tryna hear nothin'
And I promise that none of them niggas is walkin' up
I got bitches spread open, they callin' us
Look at that guap, all in my jeans
I ain't worried 'bout them, like, "Fuck you mean?"
Let me change my flow 'fore they critique
I'ma run up the money and fuck on a shawty
Ain't tellin' me shit, I got bigger plans
Hold a mini Drac' with my left hand
And that fuck nigga mad 'cause I get bands
Don't lie on me, yeah
Servin' your pops, he be stuck on that dust
I put the money right over the dubs
We can't talk 'bout a issue, say that bitch ain't the one
I need a shawty
Off the rip, don't judge me
Just hold me closer while tellin' me that you love me
I told her
Fake hoe, get the fuck from 'round me
I got some shit that I know, I can't tell nobody
Hmm, pick up, pick up
I'm feelin' like I'm dyin'
I got that cold heart fever, I been feelin' no one 'round me
And I got a feelin', you don't care about me, you just wanna see all this money
Hmm, hmm-hmm
(Seph got the waves)
Hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm
(Ayy, lay that shit)
Fake hoe, get the fuck from 'round me
I got some shit that I know, I can't tell nobody
Hmm, pick up, pick up
I'm feelin' like I'm dyin'
I got that cold heart fever, I been feelin' like no one 'round me
And I got a feelin', you don't care about me
You just wanna see all this money
And this is for everybody
I'm still stuck in the hood, I been killin' myself
I been smoking 'til I get this pain all out me
Had to get up by myself
'Cause they don't give a fuck, man, these niggas don't care about you
We be shootin', watch your step
I got hella big dogs and them niggas don't play about me
'Til the day we up on jet ski, oh, baby, I cry
And she want me to fall off, you think I'm blind sighted
I been stuck in my head, gotta move out it
Mama say I need therapy, I'm wildin'
Give a fuck 'bout drip, want no stylist
I been gone too long, I'm too quiet
Only trust my dirty four
You know my heart cold
Only worried 'bout a bankroll
And I know they wonder why he ain't talkin'
Just because I said so
And I promise mama after I reach it, I ain't tryna hear nothin'
And I promise that none of them niggas is walkin' up
I got bitches spread open, they callin' us
Look at that guap, all in my jeans
I ain't worried 'bout them, like, "Fuck you mean?"
Let me change my flow 'fore they critique
I'ma run up the money and fuck on a shawty
Ain't tellin' me shit, I got bigger plans
Hold a mini Drac' with my left hand
And that fuck nigga mad 'cause I get bands
Don't lie on me, yeah
Servin' your pops, he be stuck on that dust
I put the money right over the dubs
We can't talk 'bout a issue, say that bitch ain't the one
I need a shawty
Off the rip, don't judge me
Just hold me closer while tellin' me that you love me
I told her
Fake hoe, get the fuck from 'round me
I got some shit that I know, I can't tell nobody
Hmm, pick up, pick up
I'm feelin' like I'm dyin'
I got that cold heart fever, I been feelin' no one 'round me
And I got a feelin', you don't care about me, you just wanna see all this money
