Was up trappin' early She bad and boujee but whippin' a birdie My cup is so dirty (what) Your diamonds don't shine, my pinkie a 30 Pour up the pint, that's so clean The rims of the Bentley cost 14 Ain't doin' no talkin', the red beam My bitches

I'm a hawg for you, baby Hawg for you, baby Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord I'm gonna root all around your door I'm a dirty hawg for you, baby And I'm gonna keep on rootin' All around your door, baby, now now I'm gonna keep on rootin', baby Till I can't root no

Hey Lordy mama Tell me what you gonna do now What you gonna do Tell me what you gonna do I heard you wasn't feeling' good They're spreadin' dirty rumors All around the neighborhood They say you're mean and evil

I'm the son of all I've done Impostor, been fostered I will tell you what I can But your mind will take a stand I sing of a greater love Let me know when you've had enough Then my new father drained my dirty blood Then my new father drained my dirty

Do you wanna be a friend of mine? Amy don't you go I want you around Singin' woah, please don't go Is your heart singing out of tune Dirty records from another time Some blood stains on your shoes Amy please don't go Are your eyes just singing the blues

Talk dirty to me Get jazzy on it Been around the world, don't speak the language But your booty don't need explaining All I really need to understand is When you talk dirty to me Anyway, every day I'm trying to get to it Got her saved in my phone under

Shall I write or phone from Paris or Rome Even though you're tryin' to hold me back You don't get no mail you know I'm in jail Fare thee well, my brother, please don't stand in my way I'm goin' down to that dirty town no matter what you say You fooled me

Can you save my heavy dirty soul? Can you save Can you save my For me, for me, oh Gangsters don't cry Therefore, therefore I'm Mr. Misty-eye, therefore I'm Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit Can you save my, save my

You just a .. (hoe) Dirty-ass .. (hoe) I'm yo' pimp, you my bitch I gotta tell you motherfuckers the truth This is straight G shit And all you can do is respect it

I just don't give a fuck! So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screamin', "Fuck the world," like 2pac Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin' Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your