[Intro]
Dirty, dirty
[Verse]
First time I heard this beat I knew I had to it dirty
I caught these niggas with all these birds, I feel like Mr. Furley
Imma keep on rocking these same fits like I can't afford detergent
These niggas hoppin' on my dick, I hope they love a curvy (Wow)
I used to tell my momma wake me up 'round seven thirty
Shoulda been in school at seven, but I had to grab the thirty
Used to rock these glasses 'round these crackers, my vision wasn't even blurry
Only way to be safe on these streets, gotta keep it black and nerdy
Can't just be black and worthy
Gotta be something, gotta keep uppin'
Suckers can't be no turkey (Hah)
Gotta keep movin', gotta keep shakin'
These niggas don't know me personally
Can't let no fuck nigga hurt me
5'9" but I feel like Kendrick Perkins, bitch
This your reign, I tarnished it
Show up where your partner is
Looking like Dewey, he don't want no part in this
Pray that these roaches feel like Joe's apartment
How you doing, baby? (Shit) I been pursuing, baby (Shit)
Pull to the crib with all these tools, I'm home improvement, baby
I like my bitches like my beats, let's keep it fluent, baby
I still eat Chinese food on Christmas like I'm Jewish, baby
Keep this exclusive, baby
These niggas hoes, they rather Tweet then run a fade with me
I feel like Diddy, bitch, these niggas don't wanna press play with me (True)
Dirty money, hope these Euros get Peggy quarantined
Talk depressive, take an interview, rather make a beat, I'm useless (Yeah)
I can't even stress how much these rhythms make me stupid (Uh)
When I was alone, I didn't see none of these new kids (Nope)
Every time I come outside it's like I'm riskin' too much
All my babies comin' back to me since I blew up
Sippin' wine on the casual, I'm a white girl
Mr. Krabs with this money, got me some new pearls
Put on a face for the press and that's okay
They'll never ever really know me anyway
[Outro]
Fuck me
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
