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lirik lagu ooh dear! – kal dirt

[kal dirt]
(that sound more raw
life, life sh*t b*tch. activated)

don’t do lames, can’t play no games
three big body hugging lanes
cartier frames, can’t spare no change
chrome heart hoody with helmut lang
walk in gucci, give me champagne
before the gang even spend a thing

cop me grills, cuban chain
a cuban b*tch that give me brain
she a groupie, run a train
she don’t even know my name
i don’t know hers i have no shame
i’m too treeshy, i’m too ehhh
touched e11even made it rain
kept bout 10 insidе the safe
keep that 9 inside my pants
my n*ggas hungry, don’t gеt ate

(patois)
mi den pon road, mi circle ends
her legs open mercedes benz
no brethren and no new friends
unless we grow from way back when
mon wear name brand, no more knock off
pieces lit i call it hot sauce
where were you when war start pop off?
sh*lls start drop we call that drop*off
(fire)

k!lly dem leave bwoy shook
dem tek all socks off
(take that sh*t)
dem nuh want war, k!lly deh inna di clashoff
middle day. swipe book. 10 band. bank get lock off
mini k. south beach, gunshot. bwoy turn jackass

[dj tone]

momma can’t know how i really live
spent a whole liq before i got to the crib
got cc cvc btc pin & ssn
i turn a opp to a cpn
this piece just might hit for 10
bought em out and get new bins
swipe two glocks, i walk with twins
how this b*tch say she love me
and won’t even cash that check (b*tch)
you know if i’m swiping the bottles (gtfoh)
she throwing the neck
i don’t do internet thugging
i’m internet trapping
boa on his head they asking what happen (ayyy)
i got the instruments
b*tch i just hustle and stack it in increments
he talking pressure so lets have an incident
all of my n*ggas be moving so militant
b*tch i’m in love with the dope we intimate
put my foot in it and do with some diligence
f*ck on the system attracted to vigilance
i did her dirty because she look too innocent (ooh dear)
i’m up in the air with this sh*t like apostrophe
i like his idea but don’t like his philosophy
i know some swipers thats good with typography
n*ggas be plotting but that sh*t don’t bother me
i gave her half but she wanted all of me
i had to block her ‘cuz she kept on calling me
where is my money? b*tch why is you stalling me
b*tch i will sever your carotid arteries

i just sent a message i hope you embodied it
b*tch i just hop on the beat and i body it
b*tch ima aim for the rib like a body hit
oppa got stretched on the strip got his body zipped
everybody really mad. everybody hate on me
all these n*ggas in they bag. im just steady in my brief
put some shooters on his ass. he got pay for these beats
put some shooters on his ass. he got pay for this beef
my gang move like marching bands
put some shooters on ya land
everything ain’t go as planned
chopping hands and get them bands
(ooh dear! f*ck you talking bout my n*gga)

- kal dirt

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