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rob vicious - dirty lyrics

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[verse 1: rob vicious]
you pulled a nine, i pulled an uzi, n-gg- i can’t run from you
i pour a nine, you pour a two, that’s junkie loss, can’t f-ck with you
pull up on them thirty-twos, i’m gettin’ head but from your boo
spill my lean on prp’s, lil b-tch i wear a thirty-two
geeked up, rollin’ up off them beans, was never into poppin’ blues
f-ck n-gg- sneak up on my team, we pull up bustin’ shots at you
shawty say she f-cked lil rob and sucked me, that’s impossible
how this b-tch your b-tch, she suck my d-ck but don’t give top to you

[chorus: fenix]
in the sprinter van with dirty sticks, count ’em all a dirty b-tch
drivin’ off three percocets, gucci, i rock furs and sh-t
hundred bands, we splurgin’ sh-t, these n-gg-s ain’t hurt and sh-t
we pop out with thirty sticks, need that pack cost thirty-six
he want the dope, i won’t front it
vvs on me, they jumpin’
i booked a flight out in london
run through this money like nothin’
sprinter van with dirty sticks, count ’em all a dirty b-tch
drivin’ off three percocets, gucci, i rock furs and sh-t

[verse 2: rob vicious]
godd-mn rob, you really vicious
still sell rock, go ask that n-gg-
i don’t need no f-ckin’ hitter
pay myself, go whack that n-gg-
i say smoke and pop at n-gg-s
b-tch check in my backpack n-gg-
heard you talkin’ smack back n-gg-
pay myself, go whack that n-gg-
it’s shooters on my payroll
they young and dumb and they go
i’m f-ckin’ up this play-dough
jugg-n-out just like kato
free ketchy and free sayso
free foster and free fosho
watch when these n-gg-s come home
still walk ’round with my gun on

[chorus: fenix]
in the sprinter van with dirty sticks, count ’em all a dirty b-tch
drivin’ off three percocets, gucci, i rock furs and sh-t
hundred bands, we splurgin’ sh-t, these n-gg-s ain’t hurt and sh-t
we pop out with thirty sticks, need that pack cost thirty-six
he want the dope, i won’t front it
vvs on me, they jumpin’
i booked a flight out in london
run through this money like nothin’
sprinter van with dirty sticks, count ’em all a dirty b-tch
drivin’ off three percocets, gucci, i rock furs and sh-t



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