young roddy – dirty money (hot nigga freestyle) lyrics
(intro)
look, n-gg-, for the record, i don’t give a f-ck, b-tch
(verse)
thrill n-gg-, all i eva feared was the feds
i don’t own no p-ssy if it don’t come with the head
that og keep em young boys in a daze
they’ll shoot ya in yo head, leave yo -ss fo dead
they betta stay in they lane, no-one can loud with me
and free my n-gg- lil d, he cooked em pies fo me
shout out to my bruda buck, he a-ride fo me
and got a hood b-tch who take the stand, she allowed fo me
and they finally bout to free my n-gg- tobe
he been gone for some summers, sh-t, and i ain’t even frontin’
and all he eva wanted was a pocket full of money
and a b-tch who got a fat -ss who down to meet his saucer
man, the sh-t get ugly in the gutter
where killas totin’ them choppas
and em n-gg-s sellin’ bundles
my homie barely seen his father, he been workin’ double
chasin’ after em b-tches, that’s a cold m-th-f-cka
and i’m just tryna stay safe and stay humble
why came in this n-gg- money they can knock a n-gg- hustle
i always spoke my mind, i ain’t neva wore no muslim
and even that b-tch katrina couldn’t wash away my trouble
but i’m just tryna ball like the ?
again, f-ck that, i’m tryna ball like i’m russell
a buck fifty soakin’ flex ill, soakin’ my muscle
gettin’ payed, my money talkin’, that’s word to christ tucker
i buy a whole pound and let it burn like usher
break down a whole brick, bag it up and straight pump it
my girl call my money, that’s some plurr sh-t fo ya
i toss a few hunids to my dojo(?) that’s my runner
shawty a true rubble, he will shoot yo -ss in public
payed a low price to free him, gave a f-ck about no karma
ain’t neva had no job, he ain’t neva had no diploma
unless ya talkin’ the block, he made some money on the corner
he had the hood on fire, he a hot boy
and i ain’t nothin’ like them rappers who be lyin’, boy
my n-gg- pleg hot a plug on em glocks, boy
you a f-ck boi, then stay the f-ck above my block, boi
clockin’, boi, had the traffic comin’ non-stop, boi
trappin’, boi, get in my trap, get with straight fly, boi
free my dawg hempa, ain’t seen him in a long time, boi
d-mn, dawg, the street sh-t that made me a man, dawg
remember getting jumped, i held my ground
still ain’t ran, dawg, d-mn, dawg
gunshots ringin’ another man down
pimp sh-t, talk a b-tch straight out of her pants round
(plus, the n-gg-s ain’t get no p-ssy, n-gg-)
fly sh-t, plane, n-gg-, neva on that b-m sh-t
she ain’t tryna f-ck, then get the f-ck up out my trunk, b-tch
hood n-gg-, for the record, i don’t give a f-ck, b-tch
whole hood, we sum’ hot n-gg-s
my n-gg- milly mail, we sum’ hot n-gg-s
my cuz mack moll, we sum’ hot n-gg-s
my brotha snitch gula, we sum’ hot n-gg-s
my n-gg- t-stone, we sum’ hot n-gg-s
my n-gg- supa stan, we sum’ hot n-gg-s
my cuz lil chris, we sum’ hot n-gg-s
on that 34 sh-t, we sum’ hot n-gg-s
fly sh-t, plane, n-gg-, neva on that b-m sh-t
she ain’t tryna f-ck, then get the f-ck up out my trunk, b-tch
hood n-gg-, for the record, i don’t give a f-ck, b-tch
whole hood, we sum’ hot n-gg-s
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