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Letra : Dirty Dan

Aye, aye
sh*ttyBoyz

Ball-hoggin' for the times they ain't throw a pass
My b*t*h cold, you can't f**k with her frozen ass
Up until the nut, that's how long my emotions last
Stretch doggy bone with the chop like aerobics class
Off-White on the tee, this ain't Aeropostale
Breathtaking ass Glock knock the air up out you
Fraud philosopher, I feel like Aristotle
Come and get your b*t*h, dawg, she loose off a pair of bottles

Boy you scared of the throttle, I don't press the brakes
Walk around with some heavy thrust, but I'm a featherweight
In LA, Benihibachi, I need extra steak
This little b*t*h a f**king geek, swear the head was great
Yao Ming off the runts, keep a Houston Rocket
I won't use my knuckles, boy you would get blew like Sonic
Lando blow a wedding cake, that sh*t super toxic
Left the Crocs at the crib, had the Gucci floppers

Drownin' in the pu**y, I'ma hit her with the tongue out
I ain't hit your b*t*h to be a hunnid, we just hung out
She was playin' with some noodles, now she on the block strung out
They messin' in the rain [?] my face when the sun out
Don't play games with me, you better treat me like the weird kid
Stan bring the hoes, Tron bought car heads
rappers really something that we call feds
She wanna pull up to the stu', b*t*h wanna do my ad-libs

n***as know how I came, tatted on me, n***as know that's my gang
I don't say sh*t, n***as been know my name
Every time I'm on a track, n***as been knew it's flame
b*t*h, now who really want smoke?
Stay with the Glock 'cause I'm really on go
Stay with a bag 'cause I really been broke
sh*ttyBoyz, n***as really been goats, b*t*h

Hit 'em with a pinhead, now he Dirty Dan
I can't teach an opp how to fly, but the .30 can
Got my palms on every jug, like I got thirty hands
b*t*h said my jeans blue, how the f**k they purple pants?

Off-White X [?] like a drug addict
Broke ass little boy, throw a plug at him
Get a lesson from the GOAT, I teach punch classes

Bad b*t*h on my b*t*h, I'm a rapper, I can do that
If you don't see me with 'em, don't be asking where who at
You get in some beef, you tryna find out where the stew at
She in here doing gang if you wondering where your boo at

I'll pull up from half court, how I do that?
I'll pull 20 out the bank and I blew that
n***as really mad 'cause I'm up, y'all knew that
That n***a trippin' in this b*t*h, he get blew back

In my city, boy, 'cause my b*t*h scammin'
I should throw it in the Octagon how my bins slammin'

b*t*h I'm at the self-scan chip-jammin'
I hit your crib with a tool like I'm Tim Allen

They can't f**k with us, I put that on the gang
Wearing sh*tty merch, y'all wanna put it on a chain

Need to see a doc in this b*t*h, I ain't sane
I just pulled up with a Glock in this b*t*h, let it bang