Lyrics:
your housing
Yeah, it's raw lingo when the king go
Dutch link, nuts big as shit
Taste the rainbow (Ayo, yo)
Put your paper up and threaten shit
Or tie
the clique
Big roll, broke a thumb tryna count this shit
See a red light and run through
It like it's San Andreas
So much shit in the Ksubi jeans
I think my
vile man shout out to j cole
But this is lyrical joe
Shovels At work Chaley it’s time to burry talks
And It all balls down to holes like golf
They
On the Southside
Candy sprayed, looking so live
84's and vogues, we glide
Screwzoo, you know we holding it down
I'm still low behind tints
Swanging
snucka?"
"It ain't too hard to figga
You call your nigga nucka, snucka means she-nigga
And figure this too, the bitch is down for my dirty drawers
Find
trap even if it's perdy
A lot of bitches be dirty so they just don't deserve me
Watchin' how I move because I'm seeing that this life can merk me
I
I know mama credit quite good
So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout
Well, it's the underground,
You know that we're down with wutchyalike
Yeah, with wutchyalike, yeah
And though we're usually on the serious tip,
Well, it's the underground,
You know that we're down with wutchyalike
Yeah, with wutchyalike, yeah
And though we're usually on the serious tip, check
just blow by 'em
I ran it back but I leveled up on my second go just like Joe Biden
I took the bar and I threw it up like go find it
I'm in charge but
Disfigure your face, you recognize 'em by the dental
Hot lead from raw heat, left in store meat
Lay it out on Broadstreet, before he
Left all he heard
Roller coaster ends and melts
No boredom on this ride
When the hunter game gets
Captured by the game ain't it a shame?
I'm gonna put him on the streets
I'm
from the dirty dirty south, i nevaaaaa stress
can't you tell by the S on myyyyyyy chest?
Get yo ride on, playas
go and swang lane
i'm pimping
love you so much, oh
You curse my name
In spite, to put me to shame
Hang my laundry in the streets
Dirty or clean
Give it up for fame
But I still
the boys flip the candy painted low
The city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed
Hustling ass D-boys got the game sewed
Where they sip that paint
on the top, yeah
All the fans, they like to make it pop, yeah
All the fans, they want me right on top, yeah
Big wish, I gotta Timmy Turner this
Now I gotta
Big blue sky shining sun
Life is good when you ain't gotta run
Living by the sea new beginnings
He got cuts and bruises deep inside
They look at him
I know mama credit quite good
So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout
Never trip, it's the kill like the Hunger Games
They low down and dirty, and they ain't no shame
They give a nigga the blues like John Coltrane
My balls
from 'em? No favors
Clique too big, bread? Gotta break it
Cause these others low key with the snaking faking
Everything lined up for the taking
made to amplify, why y’all niggaz quiet now, oh yea, I know, keep it on the down, low, sneak around and tip toe, on the flo, it’s give and go, snap back
down dirty shame
That you want to make me live
My life in pain
That's what you want me to do
Ain't it, baby
You wanna fool around and drive me
blood stains, footballs claims
Words exchanged, cocky names like dumb brains
We low down and dirty, and we have no shame
We give a nigga the blues like
What's the deal know I'm saying
Go down mayn Laf Tex
Bout to put it in these boys face
The Don nigga off top
Scrap to get it, bloohound know I'm
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