a.m.p fetti – dirty bitch’n lyrics
dirty b+tch’n lyrics
[intro: a.m.p fetti]
aye, d+mn
aye
[chorus: a.m.p fetti]
we been getting racks, getting to this money
why these n+ggas mad? why they looking for me?
she hope i got that bag now she looking for me
i got that big 40 and a cuban on me
everyday i gotta get it on
the road to these riches, gotta stack up these b+tches yeah, yeah
gotta watch out for these n+ggas
got my eyes on these b+tches
everyday we dirty b+tch’n, yeah yeah
[verse 1: rich fetti]
i started with them stones, then i got a zone
years later i got a million dollar phone
all these racks on me, b+tches, they won’t leave me ‘lone
i’m in the booth getting head while i’m dropping songs
aye, i got all these women with me
so you know i’m dirty b+tch’n
all this liquor in my kidney, aye
this c+class got me sticking
plus a n+gga popped a percy and they got me in my feelings
rich, bought a pedrone now they got me in the zone
lil momma said she from georgia, so she gave me georgia dome
my old lady left me ’cause she said i do it wrong
i’m steady dirty b+tch’n, all these women in my home peasy
[chorus: a.m.p fetti]
we been getting racks, getting to this money
why these n+ggas mad? why they looking for me?
she hope i got that bag now she looking for me
i got that big 40 and a cuban on me
everyday i gotta get it on
the road to these riches, gotta stack up these b+tches yeah, yeah
gotta watch out for these n+ggas
got my eyes on these b+tches
everyday we dirty b+tch’n, yeah yeah
[verse 2: ynw melly]
i just gave a hundred to my ‘fam (oh+oh+oh)
g1 choppin’ all them grams (get this molly rock)
and you know i’m boolin’ with lil ram (ayy, keep a glock)
we were locked up in the gram (oh god)
shawty eat the d+ck just like some ham (like some ham)
i don’t eat meat, b+tch i’m a pescatarian (no cap)
pull up with that glock, n+gga, you a vegetarian
n+ggas are really experienced, they run into the police (we with it)
hustlin’, grindin’, n+gga you know (oh)
all these freaky ass hoes ‘wan go (‘wan go)
that b+tch look like she got a deep throat (deep throat)
and i got deep pockets, so what’s up with this dough (d+mn)
[chorus: a.m.p fetti]
we been getting racks, getting to this money
why these n+ggas mad? why they looking for me?
she hope i got that bag now she looking for me
i got that big 40 and a cuban on me
everyday i gotta get it on
the road to these riches, gotta stack up these b+tches yeah, yeah
gotta watch out for these n+ggas
got my eyes on these b+tches
everyday we dirty b+tch’n, yeah yeah
[verse 3: a.m.p fetti]
i might pull up in the wraith
getting money, now we moving state to state
got my momma a new house with a gate
got it all on the block selling weight
yeah, everyday i’m tryna get it
dirty b+tch’n on the vixens
wanna pop her a pilly, yeah yeah
tryna stack up a milli’ on the road to these riches
gotta keep the tunnel vision
100k in jewels got a n+gga looking blingy
my finger on the triggy
miss me with that sl!ck sh+t
i’m straight from the trenches
i’m headed to the heels
man i swear we did it all without a deal, yeah
[chorus: a.m.p fetti]
we been getting racks, getting to this money
why these n+ggas mad? why they looking for me?
she hope i got that bag now she looking for me
i got that big 40 and a cuban on me
everyday i gotta get it on
the road to these riches, gotta stack up these b+tches yeah, yeah
gotta watch out for these n+ggas
got my eyes on these b+tches
everyday we dirty b+tch’n, yeah yeah
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