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dirtybutt – the new underground industry lyrics

[intro: dirtyb+tt]
used to watch us, i know they get mad
we’re making moves ’cause we’re not—
used to watch us, i know they get mad
we’re making moves ’cause we’re not—
used to watch us, i know they get mad
we’re making moves ’cause we’re not sad
these n+ggas broke and going out sad
i think he’s depressed by calling him trash
you’re now listening 66.6 deathproof radio b+tch, real blood sh+t (ooh) ()
[chorus: dirtyb+tt]
bow down, bow down (f+ck you talkin’ ’bout? b+tch)
bow down, all these n+ggas my sons (dj ytrid, i don’t give a f+ck)

[verse 1: jasiah & dirtyb+tt]
you wasn’t with me, i know they ain’t [?]
runnin’ my city, thеse n+ggas like kidneys
ridin’ thе train but it’s made out of [?]
i’m getting this money like losing no change
she suck and l!ck on the d+ck, once she see me, i’m married (oh, yeah)
i stroll with your b+tch ’cause she went to sidari (oh, yeah)
i’m with all the f+ck sh+t when i’m in the function
run out, no stoppin’, you n+ggas can’t get me
i wore no pants, i look like a horse (horse)
i’m working on some sh+t that isn’t all fire (yo’, yeah)
i’m like a god, you n+ggas look horrible
i’m f+ckin’ and once they nut, they’re like, “who are you?”
these my sons, i ain’t payin’ for sh+t
i got a auto, ride out with my team
gettin’ this money, my fingers ain’t itch (woah)
you n+ggas my sons, just being a b+tch (yeah, deathrpoof gangsters)

[chorus: dirtyb+tt]
bow down, yeah, bow down, yeah
bow down, yeah, all you n+ggas my sons
yeah+yeah, bow down, yeah+yeah, bow down
yeah, bow down, yeah, all you n+ggas my sons
[verse 2: majinblxxdy]
we in this b+tch, lit up rocks
fought too hard and n+ggas can’t stop me
this not fortnite n+gga, you can’t knock me
k!lling these n+ggas that need how to talk
i am the one, so don’t even stop me (yeah)
one episode when we bring up broly (yeah, yeah)
if i’m h+rny, then p+ssy, don’t call me
r.i.p kobe, f+ck n+gga, we ballin’
n+ggas didn’t laugh, so i know that they mad
we makin’ moves ’cause we’re in our bag
these n+ggas broke, can’t going out sad
eating their face so i’m calling them flat
we got the safe, so let’s shoot out the room
you’re such a b+tch, i got the truce
no new friends, b+tch, we don’t recruit
if you want some more, we’re gonna call in the troops

[outro: dirtyb+tt]
if you don’t f+ck with deathproof, well then, you’re a b+tch+ass [?]

- dirtybutt lyrics

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