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payne escobar - dirty diana lyrics

[payne escobar first verse]
i keep a throw away glock i call her dirty, diana
catch me whippin up dat white girl call it hannah montana
i’m in love with that soda and i ain’t talkin about fanta
the way i stay with these hoe’s you might thought i was santa
tryna get rich and cop me a all red phantom
i got a real housewife and her family from atlanta
va n+gga from the stone won’t hesitate with that hammer
what you thought you couldn’t be touch oh you mc hammer
glizzy on my hip, have him shaken like a dancer
i think the boy just sh+t his self. i think he gonna need a pamper
been gone for a minute, but came back like it’s cancer
i was in the ville calling plays like a longwood lancer
hit n+gga mick on the jack like what’s da word on da pack
i remember bj used to trap. we used to trap out the lack
that dirty diana had the feens coming right back
had to turn trap into rap now i’m not looking back
onna mission to get this dough a couple stacks for a show
money, hoes and pueblos all a young n+gga knows
and dok said if that sh+t don’t work then we jackin for dough
and dok said if that sh+t don’t work then we jackin for dough

[payne escobar second verse]
gotta get this paper by any means necessary
when i’m dead and gone make sure you blow one at my cemetery
dat boi payne been putting on since dairy freeze was in the stone
callin for that dirty diana from my chirp phone
16 i’m on the block mama i’m not coming home
somewhere in the five four o catchin plays to the early morn
might be with your b+tch she suckin d+ck to the early morn
n+ggas talkin bout work but probably never touch a zone
dat dirty diana got yall n+ggas f+cked up
how you plug you on the drugs yall n+ggas some scrubs
and i can sell you the works like you ordered a sub
i can’t tell you the last time dog that i didn’t pick up
money on my mind every time i wake up
milwaukee type of shooter, so i’m all about my bucks
i had the 12 on my back like i’m andrew luck
middle finger to my haters we ain’t giving a f+ck
i guess they mad yeah because of my come up
i told him stop sleeping on me time to wake up
dat dirty glock to your head like a shape up
that dirty glock to your head like a shape up, payne

- payne escobar lyrics

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