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pfv - dirt lyrics

[verse 1: pfv]
ay, flex so hard that they might trip
lights just hit my right wrist
shine so bright, ya’ll tight#lipped
no day job, work the night shift
ay, and i know you’re lurkin’
never make a move unless i know i’m certain
and i gotta get it ’til they close my curtain
but i’m never gonna be the one to blow my earnings, no, no
talkin’ but you never really ’bout it
heatin’ up, i’m working on an island
saying that you really wanna doubt it
but you never do it public, you just talkin’ it in private, yeah
i’m the bad guy, billie eilish
you the sad type i don’t vibe with
ay, yeah, picture me perfect
sit yourself down while i’m working
they say that i’ll never be perfect but they don’t know sh#t, they just saw that i’m earning
ay, stop all the searching
and f#ck all your verdicts
ya’ll can’t just judge me ’cause i’m not offended by anything said by a person
so miss me with baggage, i speak to the masses
i’m up on a flight and i’m landing a savage
they throwin’ the money, the past and i catch it
my vision is clear like i got on my glasses
she gave me the p#ssy, eat through it, no acid
i’m tripping, vacation is feeling so lavish
i strike that sh#t up like a match
and my life is just better than what i imagined

[verse 2: hi#rez]
came up out the dirt, came up out the mud
this is something i can’t fake, this is what i love
used to pop pills, drank liquor, now music is my drug
and now i do what i wanna do, and i do it just because
had to get it, had no other option
so you know i had to get it poppin’
picture perfect once i got to croppin’
all the people that was tryin’ to stop it
free my dawg wes, locked up
me and matt, you can’t stop us
i got twenty shows out in europe eatin’ pasta with the lobster
this sh#t been gettin’ too easy
gettin’ bored, i do it in my sleep
doing what i gotta when i gotta
before you’re bored, laying six feet
first they call me the uber driver
then they say i’m the mcdonald’s rapper
i ain’t trippin’ what you f#ckin’ call me
money is what i been gettin’ after
big facts, big facts, hah
big stacks, big stacks, ay
what i eat doesn’t make you sh#t, relax, relax
three stacks, three stacks
i been feeling like andre
now i’m whippin’ in the beamer, bruh
used to whip in that honda

[chorus]
this is just that feeling when you gettin’ out the dirt
i used to be n0body, now my name’s all on their shirts
i freestyled in the bas#m#nt, now they pay me for a verse
better days are comin’ ’cause i put in all the work
this is just that feeling when you gettin’ out the dirt
i used to be n0body, now my name’s all on their shirts
i freestyled in the bas#m#nt, now they pay me for a verse
better days are comin’ ’cause i put in all the work

[verse 3: pfv]
work so hard for the bankroll
i don’t got time for a fake hoe
try to run up on me, that’s a k#o
two shots, leave you in a black hole
safe to say, ya’ll should quit
makin’ payments legit
only reason that i really talk about the money is i came from nothin’, you b#tch
yeah, suddenly all ya’ll rap
throw away as if you in the trash
roof off, pop no cap
my worst [?] my [?]
ya’ll just talk to the twelfth
i plead fifth like sax
ya’ll need help with yourselves
my sh#t sell like crack
but i don’t be braggin’ for nothing
i do it for passion, i do it for love
i’m a little aggressive and over the top
but it’s only because i just keep it a hunnid’
my nike’s are clean and the rubber is burnin’
from runnin’ the game and i’m totally swervin’
a bottle of wine in my veins when i’m curvin’
the head of my [?], it’s a person, i know that
save it with a kodak
ya’ll so down, need prozac
my spy, ya’ll can’t hold that
ya’ll weak, so last, not throwback
sh#t, i get the bag and flip it from rags to riches to trash, it’s tumblin’
i’m on the add’, whippin’ the jag, all of my passers humblin’

- pfv lyrics

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