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swipey & romilli - dirty bars lyrics

[spoken intro]

[intro by swipey & romilli]
woah woah woah
d-mn milli swipey
aye aye aye

[hook: swipey & romilli]
i’m a junky b-tch i need my drugs
pull up on the kid feel like young thug
straight hundreds when i go to the club
summer time b-tch you know i’ma jugg
winter time you can’t come to my hood
straight drop when i pour up this mud
don’t need no i.d. when i go to the club
ain’t catchin’ feelings ain’t no fallin’ in love
dirty swipe i f-ck yo b-tch on a rug
put my hands on her bet she gon’ flood
yeah she trunkin’ but i just want the hug
call her megan cause that was good
dirty twinn he the man wit’ the drugs
p-ssy wet like she fresh out the tub
if you hatin’ we ain’t showin’ no love
squad boy baby i stay fly like a dove

[verse 1: swipey]
dirty -ss i ain’t f-ckin’ wit dove
straight hundreds i ain’t f-ckin’ wit dubs
tlc i ain’t f-ckin wit’ scrubs
look up to pac but i ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ suge

[verse 2: romilli]
i think i’m plies i’m runnin’ off on the plug
i catch a opp and fill em up wit’ some slugs
b-tch i got the trap jumpin’ like [?]
let the work bubble up like some suzz

[verse 3: swipey]
ride or die it’s anything for my blood
all my n-gg-s real close like a hug
gettin’ money so these b-tches like bug
they suckin’ my neck they lookin’ for blood

[verse 4: romilli]
check my shoes at the bottom they blood
finessed yo man but he know what it was
big bs i ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ cuz
who is cuz i ain’t f-ckin wit’

[verse 5: swipey]
n-gg-s wanna diss me tryn’ get a buzz
light em up make feel like he buzz
sticky weed i put lean on my bud
not a cup but i’m mean wit’ the mud

[verse 6: romilli]
got a lot of n-gg-s wanna hate cause i’m up
boy you p-ssy you ain’t tougher than us
run up on me i’ma pull out and bust
i sippin’ drank while you sippin on tust
smokin’ og you ain’t higher than us
hey we gon’ go up like a mountain
hey her p-ssy wet like a fountain
trap house full of birds like a falcon
young n-gg- eating shrimp wit’ the salmon
n-gg-s hatin’ on me cause i got talent
hey i’m like f-ck you if you doubted me
i’m gettin’ green lots of salary
f-ck on that b-tch drop her off down at gallery
i’m hip these n-gg-s they after me
make her “ugh” i’m master p
i got them p’s like a factory
we the jackboys ain’t no jackin’ me
b-tch i’m big bs i don’t f-ck wit’ cs
we stingin’ sh-t like a b-mblebee
she wanna f-ck say she diggin’ me
hey she say she diggin’ me
come here lil’ b-tch let me feel on you
i’m the new addition you a original
i go broke i’ma hit a political
boy you broke ain’t no way that it’s fixin’ you
i get money spend it on tennis shoes
i don’t want the b-tch unless she come in two’s
dirty lil’ b-tch you know she gon’ choose
my pockets stuffed up wit’ water blues
dissin’ on me never heard of you
pull up to the trap get a bird or two
if you hot boy i ain’t servin’ you
round the yo or compton n-gg- where i be at
no we don’t hang wit’ the snakes or the rats
run up right or wrong you gettin’ left
take a trip when i fly private jets

[verse 7: romilli]
squad boyz shooters you know they official
boy don’t get hit wit’ da nickel
ain’t no jammin’ when i got this pistol
i’m dump the whole clip wit’ the end of you
you see what i’m sayin’ man
got them bands in my pants man
got them bands in a rubber band
ballin’ hard like i’m jordan or jumpman
i’m in the trap what you want man
came up on a few ounces of crush man
got the white yo sh-t lookin’ a lil’ tan
big foot you a runnin’ man
i stick and move like boxing man
i’m rockin’ out like a rockin’ band
i got them glocks and choppers
clip full you a empty man
sippin’ lean make me trippy man
screamin’ dirty -ss that’s forever man
not talkin’ money don’t want you sayin’
tell that lil’ b-tch get up you ain’t on yo manz
we gon’ get high like a ceiling fan
why you keep stealin’ my swag man?
still got them racks and them dirty bands
i’m always first while you n-gg-s last
yeah yeah

[outro: swipey]
i understand n-gg-s gon’ hate but get off our d-ck man
we smokin’ what you wanna smoke
we f-ckin’ the b-tches you wanna f-ck
we wearin’ the sh-t you wanna wear
that’s why n-gg-s mad
when you gettin’ money a lot of hate is involved

- swipey romilli lyrics

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