Lyrics:
Ooh wee
Take a sip with me
Faded
Take a sip with me, faded
Take a sip with me, faded
Your lips on me now
I can see you now with your hands on me
Come with me to a place by the sea
If your ship breaks down you can always find me
Dirty J chillin' underneath the shady tree
My fans are always
Well come with me to a place by the sea,
If your ship breaks down, you can always find me,
And Dirty J chillin' underneath the shady tree,
Our fans
When our back's against the wall, we bang our way out
I'm in the gettin money mode, livin by the street code
Bout to have, every corner of this rap
wrong?
'Fore I paint the picture (better read the scripture)
Here come the Grim Reaper, he in a pair of black Dickies
Life is such a dirty game as you
DIRTY LITTLE GIRL
Guy Allison, Bruce Gowdy
EarthWalk Music, Making Betts Music
There's a time for cold-feet
When a shiver makes you wise
Though your
the Final Verdict! 421 Worthy
It's the Final Verdict! You get done dirty
I woke up from my slumber with a brand new cold demeanor
In a black suv, tinted
Uhh, uh
Yeah
Uhh, uhh
Uh! Yeah, yeah
Uhh
I'm on
Fuck 'em, yeah, uhh
With my hands gripped, praise the Lord shit
Fuck her, never knew her
with them lips baby girl yeah come on and get it
Sittin' in my ride, got my right hand on your thigh and you know you're gonna get it
You telling me
then spit the stems
Description, Liberace, fit's the gems
Was six when I traveled
The young black Pharrell
Walk you out your crib wit
Your lips around
kid Drag strike a light
F*** five mics; my fire burn the wire
'Cause we the n****s that plug
Wrap 'em in the rug
Flames mini blowing on my hands
right out of my mind,
In a trance from her come-get-it flirt, while shakin' sexy to Aldean, black heels on the floor ,
Lips tuggin' on the snaps o' my
you and me
We can
Make Love to the baseline
My lips on your lips
And my hands by your waist line oh
No we wont waste time
So tell all your friend so
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the softest hands
I love the ground on which
and rave
I'm raw plus I got more plants to blaze
Fiends came back with thieves
With files Long as Stant isle
And back to Queens
We strap black Mac's with
on it, put that thang on me boy
What's popping, baby? Can you put me to sleep, yeah
Every time you see me, do me dirty, yeah
I'll be back, I talk that,
of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white
we get shady
Dress up like ladies
And burn 'em with dirty 380's
Then they come to kill our babies
That all out
I got gats that blow the wall out
Clear
rolls a gold Cherokee nothin' like a Seville
And when you look up inside you see a nigga that's real
So if you see me cruisin' by keep your hands
like pancake-ahh
Foldin' my cheese like the leaves in my hand rake-ahh
Project Pat-ter
Attracted to dime pieces
I'm dirty southern, French braids,
like pancake-ahh
Foldin' my cheese like the leaves in my hand rake-ahh
Project Pat-ter
Attracted to dime pieces
I'm dirty southern, French braids,
lemon squeeze don't jam up
Black mask, hand up
Move or get blammed up
Livin' up to that YOLO
Real niggas better stand up (let's get it)
Cuff bitches
parade
Finally, color is here to splatter with the dark
Red Velvet runs her rosy lips down a shadowy neck
Black Pearl locks a crimson corsage inside his
since this is Christmas
and you're the Priest..." he slipped three bills under the table into the
Priest's dirty hand. The Priest faded into the street
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