Two pints of lean'll have me slurring on my words Undertaker car, triple black drop bird Stomach full of money, so hundreds I'mma burp It's a white girl in town: name is "cocaine" It's some dirty birds in town: Gucci Mane and Waka Flame We flying, we

You're dirty, disgusting But I can't get enough of your loving Boy, I hate you, really hate you My momma said I shouldn't date you You cheatin', you lyin', I know that you're hiding two cellphones But boy, right before I say that it's the end You sweet

Smack that, all on the floor Smack that, give me some more Smack that, 'till you get sore Smack that, oh-oooh Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo Maybe go to my place and just kick it like Tae Bo And possibly bend you over Look back and watch me

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

And I only get my rocks off While I'm dreaming While I'm sleeping I only get my rocks off Only get them off Heading for the overload Splattered on the dirty road Kick me like you've kicked before I can't even feel the pain no more

She holds tight to me and the Bible On the back seat of my motorcycle Left her daddy standin' there Preachin' to the choir You see, God love her Oh me and God love her And a preacher's daughter She was baptized in dirty water Her mama cried the first time

I hurt so bad inside. I wish you could see the world through my eyes. It stays the same. You dirty little fuck. I'm out here by myself. Ready to blow my head off. I just want to laugh again. Dirty little fuck.

Give it to me right now But the devil said that he want my soul I’m a dirty mothafucka, a waste of life A waste of skin Wanna repent, don’t know where to begin Next of kin don’t give a damn 'bout me I know God don’t give a damn 'bout me People try but

They say immigrants steal the hubcaps Of the respected gentlemen They say it would be wine an' roses If England were for Englishmen again Well I saw a dirty overcoat At the foot of the pillar of the road Propped inside was an old man Whom time would not

I can't let no fuck niggas round me Money on my mind All the time, all the time Slangin', sellin', niggas tellin' Catchin' feelings, on the low Friends switchin', different women With you every night Prayin', sinnin', sinnin', prayin' That the Lord, take