Lyrics:
cause he a dirty mothafucka
I got designer on my fabrics and designer on my trucker
Lil' baby think that I'm in love but shorty, I just wanna fuck ya
When
Dumping over drugs and pain
Dirty on my cup I take a sip
Life a bitch I don't fight bitches
How the fuck I wake up from my dreams?
Left you all
up - Spread the Love
Get your mommy and your daddy up - Spread the Love
It's gettin' dirty gotta clean it up -Spread the Love
Game tight keep it
Baghdad by the Bay
Paris of the West
Lincoln Park Highway
In my chest there was a fence
I broke apart entrapments
I exiled the Trepidations
Money
by the crew
I love what you do
I cant stop loving you
Bad girl
Come and dirty wine pon dis
You are so bad
Even mummy noticed
Body like coca cola
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
insane,
I'm stayin' in my lane, dirty hoe she wanna be mine, FN bullets gon' leave you behind,
I love her, but I'm runnin outta time, yeah, lookin' for love
and my bros gettin cheddar reelin' side by side side by side (let's go)
I just chopped the chicken, put it in a bezel (put it in a bezel)
Caterpillar
names in unison
They kiss those dirty little noses
And I watch from the sidewalk as they live inside all that love
Passin' by a pure scene in
spendin' no time
I be pourin' wine, tryin' to, knock out your spine
Make you mine, from behind, to some slowed down "Bump n' Grind"
His thang like a dirty
at the floor
And he's howling with pain and crawling up the walls
There's a devil waiting outside your door
He's weak with evil and broken by the world
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It
Past tense futuristic, they'll never get it
I wished for this not knowing what it'd be worth by the time I get it
rather just float
So I won't stick to you like glue
I will drift by you just like smoke
I'll leave you nothing but some dirty laundry
Nothing but a little
alright
Bye
Looking at the clock, it go by
Thinking all the time, I know why
Watching everything just go by
Go by, go by
Bye
Looking at the clock, it go by
Mississippi that dirty world where everybody love cappin'
And if ain have me a bankroll
Ima find a way to make it happen
I’m sick n tired and sick n tired
and reads my palm
With a suave taste I cannot embrace
In a feeling of desire by the fireplace
Love bandit, I'm makin' it clear
See ya later, gator, I'm
Tell me what you know bout thugging or when you lose yo mans
Or being slimed out by yo hoe when you was locked up in them chains
Or got to spin back
Yessir! Uh huh
Alright
I say, it's a
Big difference from a leader, and a follower
Dirty up some liters, it's a lotta us
You ain't diggin what I'm
to the part where his records
Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?"
Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday
And by
Ain't no makin' love to a young dope boy, a young rich nigga
This that dope dick
She addicted to that dope dick
I got her hooked, got her locked,
I'm just one dirty motherfucker, I hurt myself way more than you
This too much out here for the cup I pull up that codeine in my soup
Used to spit
Overwhelmed by love
In a good way not a bad way
In a good way not a bad way
This how I'm feelin'
My body's achin'
My heart is racin'
The feelings
himself and family
By any means, your enemies, my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don't have a face, so now
I'm hit
Not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the can a beer shit
I might just be too high
Then I put my middle finger up when I'm
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