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shoreline mafia - dirty lyrics

[intro]
doctors say that lean is known to slow the body down, so some of the things that parents can look out for are slurred speech, slowed reaction time, droopy eyes, nausea, and dizzyness

[chorus: fenix]
dirty n-gg-s toting dirty sticks
dirty sodas, i’m on dirty sh-t
pretty ho but she a dirty b-tch
dirty drugs, i’m on some dirty sh-t
all of my n-gg-s they serving sh-t
he want that proper, need thirty-six
remix the dope, that’s a dirty brick
dirty n-gg-s on some dirty sh-t
dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty
my cup, dirty, dirty, dirty
i sip, dirty, dirty, dirty
my life, dirty, dirty, dirty

[verse 1: rob vicious]
snubnose chrome four-four protect me like the holy ghost
gears, i pop like twenty-four, i’m trying not to overdose
i can’t go to sleep, i been so geeked, i might turn comatose
this sh-t can’t be over for, i think i’m ’bout to overload
pay me now, can’t pay me later
pay no mind to none you haters
rising ground like elevators and escalators
on the way to some paper
they don’t f-ck with me then f-ck ’em
they just mad ’cause i don’t screw with ’em
these my brothers and i love ’em
you f-ck with them n-gg-s, i shoot for them

[verse 2: ohgeesy]
dope dealer, count scrilla, four wheeler
i’m a gorilla, four spiller, my new ho vanilla
my lil bro who realer, free hilla, free all my n-gg-s
free tube and 357 sho-dog, them my hitters
f-ckin’ that ho in the villa
smokin’ the musty, the k!ller
do ’em dirty, that’s for realer
front the pack and then i bill ’em
he don’t pay, i’ma k!ll him
he a b-tch, i don’t feel him
he don’t pay, i’ma k!ll him
he a b-tch, i don’t feel him, no

[verse 3: fenix]
n-gg-s need to listen, pay attention
we’ll pay a visit for a twitter mention
i got good position with the glock extension
cross me once and you my opposition
n-gg-s steady thinking sh-t sweet
turn on location, my n-gg- let’s meet
turn up your b-tch, i ain’t know she a freak
poppin’ these xannies, she sayin’ she geeked
this b-tch a dog well go get her a leash
i don’t want p-ssy, b-tch you got the yeast
type of ho running around with disease
you hit it raw but that lil b-tch a beast, yeah
i’m a real n-gg-, dressed in hilfiger
i’m a big dog, you a lil n-gg-
you a yes man, i’m up next man
pop an x man, we the x-men

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