If I call Marie, I know for a fact I'm gettin fucked in my drop top cadillac I met this freak named Naomi Straight dick sucker worked me and my homies
hoe, and I'm a vet Playing broads ain't based on love You want my money, I wanna fuck And after we do all that, I talk about you in my next rap Beyotch!! kiss my
Now, truthfully, I believe that I'm the tightest nigga, musically Usually, I wouldn't brag but I've been bustin' since my puberty In a Cadillac, that
this rap game, but it's too late I'm on my way to my, where? Studio session Switchin' ears, tryin' to get a better reception Changin' gears, super size Poppin' wheelies in my
independent last CD still sold a shitload of records no radio or TV and Im stickin to the program Chucks on the concrete While the Cadillac door slams The "W" was my star symbol My
nigga Money be my best friend, Yo Gotti I got my city on my back, my diamonds on my front Conjure up in my cup, grand daddy in my blunt Did it, 2000
let em simmer like a TV dinner On the phone cause I'm hard like stone Holdin my own, cause I'm bad to the bone I'm gettin cash and, ladies receive my
flocked One night I was cooling outside Saw my man Wes said, "Ah shit yeah, it's gonna be live" I was working a double breast silk leaf suit With my
in the turnin' lane, pop my trunk Break you off, chunk a deuce and I'm Cadillac turnin', mayne Little swang to the left, big swang to the right My plates
time I walk inside the church house the preacher cuttin his eyes at me But I know he can't throw nothin my way He dirtier than I am, ridin down the street
it twice Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick Honeycomb, I call my crib, money long that's on my kids I rock P to my Uncle Chad,
peter Just remember my name, I'm facing my heater, let's get it dirty Everything we do is dirty We pull up in the drop, it's dirty We pound that twat, dirty
, I'm tore up under city lights Yo, yo, I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95 South and the dirty been ridin' dirty since Dirty died I gets it early, my nigga
One-man go low hit man guerilla Whispering there something of a thriller, killer Drift, dirty fiend snore, scratch and sniff Dirty tombs diggin' you and my
somethin' Step on banks, shoot one more time then I'ma start bustin' Rows gold in my grill, I got a dirty mouth And a bitch with a fat ass from the dirty, dirty
, bottles pop 3 4, 5, 6, chicks in tha V.I.P., 7, 8, 9, naw, they all dimes O.G. Louis frames match my Louis kicks on my fifth right? Dirty lame lookin
they call Honduras Nothing fake about my life except my car insurance Bullet proof vest, my jefa sense stress Nothing positive about me, except my piss
I couldn't cry, told my momma if I did die Just put a blunt in my casket let me get my dead homies high Come follow me throughout my history It's just