branham - dirty lyrics
[hook]
[?]
[chorus]
she get dirty, dirty, like diana
i need a sprite, no never mind, i need a fanta
i might pull up in the ghost or in the phantom
i got the sack in my backpack, i feel like santa
feel like santana, speaking spanish
“no hablo ingles!”, i do not understand you
my neck so icey, when it flash, it look like cameras
diamonds dancing on me, do the macarena
[hook]
[?]
[verse 1]
don’t go asking me no stupid questions
wake up feeling like a f-cking blessing
roll a blunt up at the intersection
get too faded, probably in a wrecking
i just wanna do the dashboard, i just wanna rock the raf more
laughing to the bank, you looking sad boy, i think you need to laugh more
i really mean you need to stack more
’cause i heard that you’re really broke
get the sack, and do a give and go
stay in your lane, i’m on a different road
wake up, i’m on a different coast
different coast, i got a different flow
it really ain’t nothing difficult
i swear to god, i’m so far from typical
[bridge]
you just want everything that you can’t have
i need the whole thing, i can’t take half
spend the whole check, make it right back
i spend again, it never ends, i make it right back
[chorus]
she get dirty, dirty, like diana
i need a sprite, no never mind, i need a fanta
i might pull up in the ghost or in the phantom
i got the sack in my backpack, i feel like santa
feel like santana, speaking spanish
“no hablo ingles!”, i do not understand you
my neck so icey, when it flash, it look like cameras
diamonds dancing on me, do the macarena
[hook]
[?]
[verse 2]
i see you swerving, get the f-ck out my lane
been driving fast, i’m on the way to get paid
pick up some checks, and make my way to the bank
you look so jealous, get that look off your face
what you looking like that for?
out the country, got the p-ssport
graduated from the block, i swear to god, you probably should’ve gone to cl-ss more
i go all in, every time i rhyme, i don’t need to use the backboard
anytime your songs coming on, everybody gotta fast-forward
[bridge 2]
i don’t even know what the f-ck you’re saying
girl, don’t even stress about the bills my boys will pay it
i got this drank in my cup, baby, i’m kirko banging
champagne spraying at the function, like it’s f-cking raining
[ending]
she get dirty, dirty, like diana
she get dirty, dirty
she get dirty, dirty
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