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jay dirty - industry lyrics

[intro]
hah!
dirty, dirty dirty dirty
yuh
atmb, in the industry
atmb, in the industry

[hook]
they want war they see my energy. (f-ck em!)
across the water [?] i tend the key. (yeah, n-gga!)
don’t get caught up wit’ the enemy, that law when you be in these streets. (dirty)
f-ck the law, they tryna finish me. (f-ck em.)
i’m servin’ raw straight to the industry. (for real.)

[verse 1]
that dirty, he a savage
got thirty zips in plastic. (hah.)
gotta serve it to these b-st-rds
takin’ trips off to alaska (woo!)
it’s purty’ when i pack it
gotta make sure ain’t no smell, right?
they tell, right?
that’s a dirty cracker, he just broke my tail lights
so my situation heavy
tryna smash it and get records
he ran the way i’m steppin’ on the gas, just kiss my necklace
my jesus piece, it stay with me, imma’ blast you bout respect
in the industry no jit’ gon’ act a -ss about respect

[verse 2]
independent, imma’ eat the beat like popeye eat that spinach
i’m winnin’ tell the industry just cop out or get finished
i’m sinnin’, tell the lord just please, stop and send a prayer for me
open up the door, it’s me
stop yall’, cause the lord i’ll preach

[hook x2]
they want war they see my energy. (f-ck em!)
across the water [?] i tend the key. (yeah, n-gga!)
don’t get caught up wit’ the enemy, that law when you be in these streets. (dirty)
f-ck the law, they tryna finish me. (f-ck em.)
i’m servin’ raw straight to the industry. (for real.)

[verse 3]
i’m quiet
take a walk with me, you loud
all that talkin’ might get yo’ b-tch at ross
let’s do bidness’ wit’ this sauce tonight
get yo’ bricks and haul -ss, no friendly sh-t no handouts
serve enemies, serve industries, i prolly serve yo’ man now
i’m hot, i need the fan now
the noya keep me motivated
know they hated, hands down, the show he keep me on the daily
wit’ my lady, she in the booth wit’ me like get it baby
take her to the room, cause i’m the truth and while i hit i pray to the lord, cause he blessed me wit’ this voice
my choice, i want war
got yo’ b-tch her p-ssy moist
my force atmb them boys get digits and make noise
my source from overseas he send them pigeons and them toys

[verse 4]
i’m bout dat’. f-ck n-gga watchin’, clockin’ like a g-shock
i’m poppin, just like 3 shock, they droppin’ like they 3 block
in the water, yeah that’s skraight drop. the odor got my face hot
the bases and the junkies at my door like “can i taste that?”
(haha.)

- jay dirty lyrics

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