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lirik lagu dirty sprite 2 – 911 hsw

[intro: crvshfuoco]
uh, uh, uh
“what is important to you”

[verse 1: crvshfuoco]
dirty my sprite now you know i can’t see sh*t
crash in this sh*t, fendi back with the remix
throwing up signs like a n*gga bulimic
i’m with my suns like im balling in phoenix
light up a spliff, dont expect me to pass it, cause most of you n*ggas be faker than plastic
what is important to you? been out two d*mn days and they already call it a classic
that’s cause i crash sh*t
k!lling these beats that’s crvsh sh*t
i’m in this whip on some fast sh*t
go t. rex in the booth every bar that i spit on jurassic
dont get smacked in your mouth tryna play with my name cause you tryna be cute and sarcastic
bands on me, busting out the elastic
my money stretch in the bank so they calling me mr. fantastic
hopped in the booth and this sh*t turn me to a fanatic
hits on hits like an addict
cop come through, play it cool at the door, then we move to the addict
gimme the work and i’ll stash it
klip just gave me a fake ass check, still took it to chase and they cashed it
ill be the first to admit i was down for a second but i had to get to a bag quick
i was the last one to start, now i’m selling these n*ggas, got me on some deadbeat dad sh*t
bro come eat this sh*t, remember fendi and flames, got the whole game shook, but we back b*tch
[verse 2: fendi malone]
i ain’t’ gon’ front, man its been a lil’ while but a young n*gga lit, and i’m back in this b*tch
feeling like 2016, now we crashing a lot, because fendi and crash in this sh*t
[?], now i gotta tweak cause i seen a lot of heads going bad in this sh*t
no shots fired, but i been watching from the sidelines, y’all going out sad in this b*tch
i should relax in this b*tch
ain’t been thirty seconds yet but im maxing this sh*t
got in my bag in this sh*t
its a race to the top, i been doing laps in this b*tch
[?] we could throw down
gang turn this sh*t to a showdown
i dont get it, why you wanna fold now
internet tough, but you acting like a hoe now
ah sh*t let me slow down
’cause i dont mean to get on n*ggas, but i took a long break just to sh*t on n*ggas
from the ground up, we ain’t get a put on n*gga
we was overlooked more than a few times n*gga
that’s okay [?] like thunder, that’s how we come when y’all put the gang under
like we can’t survive in this sh*t
like we is not live in this sh*t
put some respect on the guys or get hit
cause that will not fly in this sh*t
i do not lie when i spit
like a lot of n*ggas false claiming, in it for the clout
you should hear the sh*t comin’ out the mouth
rappin’ sh*t they really not about, you need to cut that sh*t out
man i’m really sorry for the long drought
but im back on some cool sh*t, yeah with some new sh*t, made a lil’ comeback ’cause y’all ain’t do sh*t
[verse 3: 1pnico]
[?], rick owen my kicks (yessir)
y’all can’t floss like this (oh nah)
1pnico i step on sh*t
for the love of god just suck my d*ck, you dumbass hoe, you no good b*tch
ima say it how it was, ima say it how it is
crash going bandicoot
flying and stinging like bee’s we ahead of you
car from korea, you carry the manual
i just been counting up, stacking my revenue
got that lil’ b*tch eating d*ck like an edible
my verses flawless, just say im incredible
my money blue, that sh*t is federal

[verse 4: kklip]
she eat d*ck, that b*tch a cannibal
took her back to the crib, we f*cking like animals
he dont want beef, we feeding him danimals
one punch to the face, i’m removing his mandible
like foot in the mud, my weed h*lla sticky
bad lil hoe suck d*ck, so classy
stay whippin’ in the pot no winnie
your pockets is iffy, that sh*t is a pity

[verse 5: kut]
i copped a new mag for this big as grip
i be moving with swag and i talk like a pimp
finessing the plug, watch me run off with bricks
if we low on the dough then lets go hit a l!ck
applying the pressure, i’m letting you have it
come hit us up if its really ’bout static
you not about it if you snitching and capping
p*ssy ass boy didn’t want all this action
now all his mans, they be know when he acting, i’m thinking like “d*mn he just did it for the gram”
come hit me up you know its 20 for a gram
double my profit i sold all the xans
you wanted that feature, then go hit my cashapp
brand new birkin you know i just bagged that
making a play everyday, said he trap trap
we got the draco’s thats pushing your sh*t back
sipping on wock, get that hi*tec
20 pints copped off this paycheck
gang on go no [?]
fly down the road i breakneck
frauding ass boys, y’all fake flex
crash on the link, bro say less
he talking sh*t now he faceless
metal in his mouth no braces
you know my team we the greatest
ain’t no debating

- 911 hsw

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