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shad da god - dirty game lyrics

trell got wings, b-tch

[chorus]
diamonds look like percs yeah
on my shirt yeah
count your money first yeah
‘fore you get your work yeah
i just poured a ounce or two yeah
i just poured a ounce or two yeah
i just poured a ounce or two yeah (drank)
leaning on an ounce or two yeah
this for the homies, they f-cked round and locked up my motherf-cking homies
this for the homies, they f-cked round and sprayed down my motherf-cking homies
i saw the dirty game from the inside
i peeped the whole game from the inside
i get the bankroll standing outside
been getting money standing outside

[verse 1]
10 band juug
10 band juug, f-ck these n-gg-s talking bout?
hundred d-mn round on a young n-gg-
hundred rounds on him and he at the trap spot
get the gang from the inside (where you at?)
right inside the trap spot
you wanna be in gotta do it out (what you doing?)
you wanna be in gotta get a pot (where you at?)
i’m from the side where you get shot (for what?)
trying to put something in your d-mn pocket
f-ck these n-gg-s, leave the house you better f-cking c-ck it
i be on a lil yachty, i be on the broccoli
i be on the codeine and the percs probably
i be rocking all the j’s cause the b-tches watching
this an audemars piguet, i’mma shoot you bout it (ap)
i be waking up and getting to that scratch n-gg-
and we sipping on some lean and some act n-gg-
i ain’t putting on no act n-gg-
tryna break that b-tch back n-gg-
i been sipping on some ‘yac n-gg-
this ‘posed to be my last cup
‘posed to be my last cup
this ‘posed to be my last cup

[verse 2]
been getting money ‘round
been getting money ‘round the motherf-cking way
you got 60-something bands on you (let me get that)
let me see it real quick, i get that sh-t back today
i ain’t tripping on that little sh-t (f-ck that)
still i made it out the hood, sh-t
i rock cartier wood sh-t
tell ‘em go on with all that bullsh-t
they wasn’t talking bout that money sh-t
next saw my phone ringing bout it
baby i can take your -ss out
i’mma f-ck you at the dope house
i gotta break you off at the trap spot (bow bow)
i gotta juug, you gotta get out (you gotta go)
even though your -ss poking out (i love that sh-t)
i got em squeezing on that pole now
still waiting for the g.o.a.t. to get out
i saw the game from the inside
peeped the dirty game from the inside
lost a lot of n-gg-s to some homicide

- shad da god lyrics

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