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dirty jay - intro lyrics

[intro]
oh, oh sh-t bro hold on bro
ay hold on bro i need a name ummm hold on hold on hold on hold on
um, hold on, lemme think for a second bro, ummm, dirty?
dirty jay?
haha, oh sh-t, i’m f-ckin with that bruh!
dirty jay!
ay ay!
dirty jay
it’s dirty jay
got me a dirty k
i got me a dirty k
i’m bout to spray, i’m bout to spray
bang bang!

[verse 1]
stop calling my phone, if it ain’t bout that bag (give me that bag, ey)
ay, stop texting my phone, if it ain’t bout that cash (give me that cash)
i know that y’all hate, for no f-ckin reason
i know that you jealous, ’cause i’m getting bread
’cause i took his hoe, and then gave right back, ay ay
i fell in love the money, you fell in love with them b-tches
i really put in that work, all of you n-ggas be sleepin’
all of these b-tches be trippin’
i’m drinkin’, i’m drinkin’, i’m sippin’
i’m chasin’ my dream and not sleepin’
i get to the check and than flip
i got myself out the mud, i’m with yo b-tch in the tub
don’t come at like a thug, look at these bullets see blood
i’m making a deal with my plug, i’m out of this world on some drugs (i’m gone)
don’t plot on me like i’m nothing, you see these bullets start runnin’ (run!)
i got a lot on my plate, get to the money i can not be late
i cannot f-ck with y’all n-ggas (i can’t)
if y’all just gone fake (d-mn!)
d-mn i feel great, just look at my plate (just look at plate, ey)
d-mn i feel blessed
look at my food, look at my shoes
before all of this they just call me a fool
but i do not care ‘cause i’m keeping it cool
my name dirty jay, ay! she tryna get laid, ay!
she tryna f-ck cause she calling me bae, i told her what time of the day
money come first, better not play
don’t call my phone tellin’ me you’ll be late
and if you fake, we can’t relate
ask all my mans and they all gonna spray
don’t get on my way, don’t copy my wave
i’m gettin’ this money, i can not rest
gotta keep going, and do my best
look at my face and it’s looking depressed
look at my eyes and they looking depressed
i got a lot on my chest (ay ay!)
f-ck n-gga told me stop, no you can’t hang with my squad
you looking at me at the top, and no you cannot be with us (dirty jay!)

[bridge]
ay, ay!
they boutta hate, but i won’t care
ay, ay!
ay, ay!

[verse 2]
bring that sh-t back man ya’ll thought i was done
cut that sh-t out man ya’ll thought i was gone
turn up with my n-ggas they holdin’ it down
we keep it real ‘till we under the ground
you do something wrong they gon blow yo -ss down, my n-ggas do not play around
flexin’ on n-ggas i just flew to town, i just got a bag and i had to get out
got me some money and then bought a house
got me some bands and my momma was proud
ima turn up in the middle of the crowd
look at the crowd and they all goin’ wild
look i’ll be rich i just don’t know yet how
maybe i’ll trap or maybe finesse
but i shoot for the stars and maybe go far
ain’t n0body help me i got my own car
look at my pockets they fat, look at my car it go fast (skrt skrt!)
don’t hit my phone i won’t talk, y’all n-ggas lame i don’t talk
where is your bag? n-gga you mad (why is you mad)
‘cause i got a stack, and y’all ain’t got nothin’ (at all)
ay ay!

- dirty jay lyrics

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