jay dirty – pick and choose lyrics
[intro]
my momma told me bout these n-ggas
(yuh, dirty dirty dirty.)
i swea’ she told me
yuh, jay dirty
(keep them n-ggas out yo’ face, jay.)
yuh, i’m in the dirty, money that sh-t dirty
[hook]
they pick and choose, i stick and move
got bricks and tools, i won’t hit a l!ck wit’ you
they pickin’ fame, they don’t see the real
they tellin’ lies hopin’ they’ll see a deal
they pick and choose, boy them n-ggas flawed
i don’t f-ck wit’ you, don’t try to shake my hand at all
they pickin’ fame, get that from round’ me
they the same n-ggas’ tweetin’, they be talkin’ bout’ me
[verse 1]
but while they tweetin’ and they talkin’ i be juugin’
while they sleepin’, i be off of all them cookies
b-tch i ain’t no luscious, i’m a boss from out the gutta’
all i spit is true sh-t, i been lost without my brudda’
comin’ out the booth, i swear to god i be ridin’ like a coupe
when snoop f-ckin’ died man i cried, now i’m loose
like a tooth, when i’m 5 i was tryna’ pull em’ all out
heard the tooth fairy droppin’ bread tryna ball out
n-ggas they gon’ fall out when they see me at the top
i drop it in the water that’s a demon, that’s a block
that’s that s-m-n on ya’ daughter cause the b-tch she gimme top
i seen ya other daughter gettin’ flipped, she at the spot
[hook x2]
they pick and choose, i stick and move
got bricks and tools, i won’t hit a l!ck wit’ you
they pickin’ fame, they don’t see the real
they tellin’ lies hopin’ they’ll see a deal
they pick and choose, boy them n-ggas flawed
i don’t f-ck wit’ you, don’t try to shake my hand at all
they pickin’ fame, get that from round’ me
they the same n-ggas’ tweetin’, they be talkin’ bout’ me
{verse 2]
my n-gga tow feed me knowledge
told me give em’ pressure
slow the bowl, i’m on fye’
ima’ f-ckin’ blessin’
ima’ go, come on now and hit my f-ckin’ phone now
ima’ hit this b-tch and load the clip cause’ ima’ known guy
(dirty)
[verse 3]
jay dirty, they be talkin’ dirty bout’ my name
i’m in the dirty, that’s the noya, i’m from kinder grane’
and ima’ show you how i help them birdies’ feed my team
hit up thirty, that’s my water, he gon’ feed me bean
get off the scene, boy you workin, you the police
n-ggas got me nervous, tryna purchase, you don’t know me
it ain’t worth it, yeah we got yo mammy’ tied up
check the purses, check the closets, we gon’ fry her
[hook x2]
they pick and choose, i stick and move
got bricks and tools, i won’t hit a l!ck wit’ you
they pickin’ fame, they don’t see the real
they tellin’ lies hopin’ they’ll see a deal
they pick and choose, boy them n-ggas flawed
i don’t f-ck wit’ you, don’t try to shake my hand at all
they pickin’ fame, get that from round’ me
they the same n-ggas’ tweetin’, they be talkin’ bout’ me
(bout me.)
[outro]
hah
man f-ck these pick and choose -ss n-ggas, man skraight up
see, that’s why i’m an independent n-gga right now, man
skraight up, man. this mixtape here? independent man, this gon’ take me to the top. take me where i wanna be at. yall f-ck n-ggas be cryin
shhh
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