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lirik lagu dirty – swipey & romilli

[intro]
swipey
squad boyz aye aye
got them dirty bands
dirty money, dirty weed
my b-tch dirty too
aye aye aye aye
got dirty bands
i’m the dirty man
dirty swipe b-tch i’m dirty swipe
and yo b-tch still want me
cause i’m dirty and i got that swag
squad boyz aye aye
aye aye

[hook: swipey]
take a duce mix that wit’ that juice that’s my dirty juice
drop that ice in my f-ckin’ sprite that’s my dirty sprite
i’m dirty swipe take them rubber bands wrap them dirty bands
dirty plans god knows dirty why i got dirty tan
a dirty man got them dirty rocks in my dirty socks
tote dirty glocks and them dirty mops let them .30s pop
i’m og call me dirty pops i’m on that dirty block
i’m og call me dirty pops i’m on that dirty block

[verse 1: romilli]
milli santana keep the choppa on me
n-gg-s say that ham but i know that baloney
feelin some type of way romilli b-tch on me
.45 wit’ the d-ck i keep it on me
i don’t f-ck wit’ these n-gg-s cause they phony
smokin’ dope countin bands i’m on my lonely
diamonds dancin’ on my wrist that’s just my rollie
got yo b-tch on molly you know that she rollin’
pour the act in the sprite yeah b-tch i’m leanin’
ridin’ round two glocks yeah b-tch i’m schemin’
got ya thot tryin’ f-ck that b-tch be fiending
i f-ck the party up sorry for the inconvenience
all these n-gg-s talk to 12 these n-gg-s be singin’
smokin’ dope high as h-ll feel like i’m dreamin’
come through yo block glah glah hurricane katrina
from ears to my chain yeah b-tch i’m blingin’
squad boyz aye aye we started that
i got my tec disrespect you gettin wet
come right or yo -ss gettin’ left
i’m in the trap whippin’ crack just like a chef
can’t hear you hatin’ -ss n-gg-s like i’m deaf
i’m ballin’ hard you blow yo whistle like a ref
soft -ss n-gg- say it wit’ yo chest
hollow tips that be bustin’ through yo vest
young n-gg- i be thumbin’ through that check
i be runnin through that check
i be gettin’ h-lla bands, all you do is f-ckin’ stress
yo b-tch keep tryna’ have s-x i said i only want the neck
i be gettin’ h-lla bands, all you do is f-ckin’ stress

[verse 2: swipey]
squad boy sh-t b-tch i came to get it
f-ck the lames all that fu sh-t i ain’t wit’ it
catch me switchin’ lanes and servin’ in a tenant
car so f-ckin’ dark can’t even see who in it
og gas bag stuffed wit’ og in it
front door it smell like somebody sh-tted
if i say i f-cked yo b-tch i swear i meant
she gon’ f-ck no second guessin’ for a minute
og told me slow it down the streets i’m in it
grab a pound bust it down i swear that i’m wit’ it
teachers tryna’ teach me sh-t but i don’t get it
get a scale get a mic i bet i k!ll it
told bro trust me won’t make his k!llin’
but he busy in the kitchen
we don’t cook no chickens
dirty what i’m whippin’

- swipey romilli

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