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

Maybe I am not all that I've learned Close your eyes, you twist and you turn I know I am more than they see I'm everything, everything is me I won't be what you want me to be Your picture perfect vanity I don't want to be your dirty pretty Turn it on,

There were times we had it all It doesn't make any sense To know what it's like I guess you gotta go through it It doesn't matter baby But somebody's gotta do it You're never gonna see it There were times that we'd lay in bed and listen To the pounding,

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

Man, I'm on some shit right now I'm on some, some, some rich nigga shit Some millionaire shit 'Cause lot you niggas is pussy All you niggas is broke I know these niggas is not really doin' what they pretendin' be Suck my dick, bitch I don't really care

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

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

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

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

Money in your palm don't make you real Pistol in your hand don't make you real Niggas been countin' me out I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty But that's how