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desire (rapper) - dirty rifle lyrics

[intro: summrs]
(they gon’ always hate at the end of the day)

[verse 1: summrs]
yeah (brrt)
i get high as [?] (double r), she get hot and touch her titties (bird bid’ness)
if you comin’ through leave no witness (pull up in)
how it go? b+tch, stand on bid’ness (how it go?)
i keep my double r with me (blatt), my bird bid’ness with me (blatt)
my pmo with me (pmo), my man, he goes with me
don’t make me grab my f+ckin’ stick (stick)
and hit it at your fitted (bl!ck, huh?)
some of my n+ggas crippin’ (crippin’), and some of my n+ggas bloods (blood)
leave more blood than a b+tch on her cycle, stack my money like a eiffel (brrt)

[chorus: summrs]
we clutch on them poles, they came from baghdad b+tch, don’t try us (woo)
catch me without my pole then all i can say is, “b+tch, you got it,” d+mn (brrt)
but that don’t mean come try me (woo)
’cause i might pull a homi’ (wo+wo+woo)
send some shots at me, i’ma send some back, keep that as a reminder (flat)
ain’t n0body flyer (woo), ain’t n0body higher (wo+wo+woo)
i don’t want that b+tch ’cause she is not what i desire (woo, woo+woo)
hop in that muhf+ckin’ van and put on your mask like michael myers (woo, woo+woo)
let’s get lit like a lighter (woo), we clutch dirty rifles (woo)
[bridge: summrs]
if you comin’ through leave no witness
how it go? b+tch, stand on bid’ness
i keep my double r with me, my bird bid’ness with me (blatt)
my pmo with me, my man, he goes with me
don’t make me grab my f+ckin’ stick
and hit it at your fitted (woo)

[verse 2: desire]
ain’t get to smoke no ‘za in a minute
got the gas all in my kidney (my—, err)
up in that benz with [?] all in it
don’t care ’bout no cops, this sh+t get wicked
glock 19, this b+tch extended (grr)
five percent, all my windows f+ckin’ tinted (yeah)
how you want your t+shirt? you can pick it, b+tch
(yeah, ha)
i get high with the guys
look at my eyes, they fried
bird bid’ness, we got mob ties
hit through his chest in the half pipe, got that stupid n+gga finna die
[?], now that stupid n+gga need a ride
watch the for the top, then roof it
you play me, gon’ shoot you
f+ck around and [?]
up in that jag’, but this not a cougar
give the racks to all my shooters
servin’ that wock’, yeah, we the polluters
[?] lil’ bands, lil’ b+tch you a doofus (uh+huh)
get the perc’, i get real stupid
[chorus: summrs]
we clutch on them poles, they came from baghdad b+tch, don’t try us (woo)
catch me without my pole then all i can say is, “b+tch, you got it,” d+mn (brrt)
but that don’t mean come try me (woo)
’cause i might pull a homi’ (wo+wo+woo)
send some shots at me, i’ma send some back, keep that as a reminder (flat)
ain’t n0body flyer (woo), ain’t n0body higher (wo+wo+woo)
i don’t want that b+tch ’cause she is not what i desire (woo, woo+woo)
hop in that muhf+ckin’ van and put on your mask like michael myers (woo, woo+woo)
let’s get lit like a lighter (woo), we clutch dirty rifles (woo)

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