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fe tha don - durty hands lyrics

(hook 2x)

living out my street dreams, it’s hard to keep my hands clean
counting all this dirty money, hard to keep my hands clean
one finger in your b-tch, other on this dirty hand thing
busting down this whole thing, it’s hard to keep my hands clean

[verse 1: hd]

it’s hard to keep my hands clean, living out my street dreams
like nastradamus, we cause problems with llamas
black santa bahamas, we don’t f-ck with anacondas
cause these unscripted n-ggas will have you up in some drama
i can’t make no promise like i’m gon’ stop mobbin
cause even if i’m on some square sh-t, i’m still with the sh-t
san quentin commitments if i get caught with the bl!ck
i wash my hands before i eat, but i’m still loading clips
two fingers in yo b-tch while she sucking my d-ck
i’m finger-f-cking the trigger when i’m getting off l!cks
fornicating on you haters, nina climax quick
tried to stay away from bo but n-ggas still shooting bricks
said i wouldn’t lash no more but i’m still hitting l!cks
61-i sh-t, we the heart of the six
i woke up out a street dream to a federal nightmare
i keep my hands dirty cause them crackers don’t fight fair

(hook 2x)

[verse 2: fe tha don]

all i knew is the hustle, couldn’t stomach the pimping
having thoughts of my daughter so i’m gradually drifting
to a new plateau, yeah a whole ‘nother level
sh-tting on you -ssh0l-s when i slide through the ghetto
having thoughts of living better sounding greazy to me
went from trapping on these blocks to the florida keys
out pushing that white, ain’t thinking of sleep
rocking with my n-gga h and we playing for keeps
naw this ain’t just a song, this the life of the fe
either talk that money or just die in your sleep
i mob deep, clutching on 40s with no gloves
all this dirty money got me thinking no love
chee chee, slide on that -ss with no mask
i live in street dreams or scheme for more cash
instead of going steady wrong, over green i go bad
really living in my sleep cause this dream all i had

(hook 2x)

[verse 3: hd]

palms itching, i got dirt in my fingernails
living in a greenhouse, show me that crack sale
she was taking free dates till i told her that s-x sells
taking all this pain in, got me waiting to exhale
packs of whitney houston, we don’t lie like pac bell
it’s kind of hard not to make a sell when you pack bail
no dirty money dirty, turn that kush bright dirty
trapped 72 straight, but my jeans ain’t dirty

[verse 4: fe tha don]

i’mma come real late and still leave real early
i’m a zookeeper b-tch, i be playing with birdies
blow indo at the mall, it ain’t nothing, i ain’t worried
henny on the rocks, dirty pistol i carry
paid a bartender with a bunch of dirty twenties
real rockstar, keep a couple blunts with me
whipped that whitney, served that bobby
hustler baby, yeah this rap just a hobby

(hook 2x)

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