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skeme - dirty lyrics

[hook]
i fill my pockets up with green and stunt with my team
i fill my cup up with codeine
im talking slow on that lean
i pull up on any scene i bought that foreign machine
im drinkin dirty riding dirty b-tch ain’t nothin bout me clean
im drinkin dirty riding dirty b-tch ain’t nothin bout me clean
im drinkin dirty riding dirty b-tch ain’t nothin bout me clean
i fill my cup up with codeine
im talking slow on that lean
im drinkin dirty riding dirty b-tch

[verse 1]
i sip on that syrup like three six
i won’t hit the street with a freak b-tch
she always talkin that deep sh-t
i don’t want to give her nothin but deep d-ck
i can’t be blamed for the feeling
i made the world root for the villain
bad b-tches with me ready and willin
i buy the new coop then i tear up the ceiling
she give that p-ssy to me ima drill it
she know my paper percy miller, no limit
what you callin ballin we call that a scrimmage
draped in designers, i keep up my image
too hard on the line for the sh-t that we shippin
we brought the pills so how you lil n-ggas trippin
i swear to god bodies ain’t nothin but a digit
i have my lil n-gga hop out 9 wicked
father figure to ya n-ggas, been at em, been sonnin for years
pull a pistol out on all these p-ssy n-ggas, hope you don’t think you my peers
poppin pain pills n-gga cause we really ain’t got no time for the tears
ain’t got no time for emotions i poured up that 4 but i never lose focus

[verse 2]
i sip on that pimp and that bun
look whatcha lil n-gga dun done
you went turn the boy into an animal
45 with the pearl handle gon handle you
talk bout the keys ima bring a piano through
you know the flashing the majors and minors
we run that powder up, these n-ggas powered up
how you hate when yo account in the minus?
guessin this sh-t got me tensed up
young n-gga just run the bands up
soon as it drop ima go out and cop me the benz truck
ride around with the tints up
these n-ggas never gon see me
i can’t leave the world cuz they need me
im in this b-tch, ain’t never leavin, i hope that you n-ggas believe me
yeah i just wanna get the cake and then run through it
yeah started out from serving, i done got numb to it
yeah i see an opportunity to run to it
i sip on that ace and i’m lazy but how could you blame me
america, this how you made me

[verse 3]
hey heeey
water on me need a rowboat
beat it up beat it up, she don’t want slow mo
hoppin on the stick like a bogo
i just met some b-tches, let some mo go
i don’t chase hoes thats a no no
you be cuffin hoes like the po po
fn in lighter than the iphone it’s with me every time i leave my home
had to flood the cartier wrist, getting menages with ya b-tch
i just throw that money like a pitch
told you i was gon do it and i got rich
n-ggas pillow talkin like a b-tch
talking bout everything but how to get rich
i just gave a molly to ya b-tch now she singing my name, karaoke all on my d-ck
i just spent a mazi on my wrist
but i won’t buy a mazi cause that car a piece of sh-t
smoking og sippin ac, all these baby bottles in the show we ain’t drinking similac
say i couldn’t do it and i did it
drove it off the floor, this ain’t rented, money ain’t feed off the midget
counting all these muf-ckin digits
mindin my own f-ckin business, ah

- skeme lyrics

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