CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Dirty 38
[Intro]
Four-five will do him the dirty way
Then switch it up with the old dirty thirty-eight
Whack him with Does and boost up the murder rate
We don't give a fuck, we murdering—
Mob
Ayy, Doe
And I got Ears in this bitch
You know Jordan punishing it
Nah, for real
I'm coming like that (Where Harto at, bruh?)
Ayy, I don't— Ayy, I— And I told these niggas ain't shit these niggas could do with me on no rap shit
Lyrically, I'll punish any of you bitch-ass niggas, you hear me?
I'm just speaking lyrically
Mob (No cap), Mob, Mob
Uh
[Chorus]
Uh, bitch-ass niggas be having them bitch traits
I ain't fucking with niggas 'cause I know they bitch made
Split 'em in half like Blade
If I'm looking for 'em, I search for his ass through Waze
I'm taxing them hits like I'm playing six-eight
We still catching bodies like back in the day
Colt four-five will do him the dirty way
Then switch it up with the old dirty thirty-eight
Whack him with Does and boost up the murder rate
We don't give a fuck, we murdering everyday
I ain't chasing no bitch 'cause all of 'em runaways
Got so many guns, don't know what to tote today
Walkdown, rundown, that's the 'Yo to the Blow way
Uptown, come to hop out and blow away
Ears and Doe 'bout to trap 'round the 'Yo today
We banging that yay and slinging a short Drac'
[Verse]
Nigga DM 'bout bitches and he on a fake page
If I say I don't care, you could fuck the bitch any day
Why the fuck would I care if I run it up anyway?
Put ten on a nigga and get it back in a day
These niggas characters, I think they anime
Could've been dead and that's why I had to make it
We getting close up, we don't do no mistaking
Hot-ass bitch, I know you've been faking
'Bout to go to New York and sit down 'bout a bag
Get a telly full of bitches slapping they ass
If you ugly with ass, bitch, put on a mask
Can I fuck you for sure? 'Cause I'm not 'bout to ask
I'm not disrespectful, bitch, I'm in my bag
We was riding with hard and we couldn't crash
When 12 got on us, we didn't do the dash
Doe had her dunking the dope in her ass
I pull up so fast, they thought I was Flash
I'm hanging out windows, I'm geeking to blast
Can't nobody run, I'm Drac-ing they ass
Niggas hopping them gates and I'm chasing they ass
I ain't chasing no bitch who keep showing her ass
I let the bitch go and I got me some cash
Whoever DM me, it gotta be your new man
You will never get up with me, you need a new plan
Turn him to Pooh Sauce, call me the Pooh man
Nigga called up my lawyer, yeah, I got a Jew man
I'm the Punisher, I get up on him with two bands
Start spanking the Drac', I'ma knock you out your shoe, man
We just spinned two blocks, we had two vans
I got a nigga knocked off for two bands
I'm with Choobarka, shorty a real man
Fuck rap, I'm hitting licks to get real bands
Niggas be hoes, so I call 'em fuck boys
They saying shit, but not making no noise
Glock with the switch, knock him right out his corduroys
Spank him on cam', take a pic with my Polaroid
Rappers be lying, so I call 'em Soulja Boy
Dive in that water, I'm leaving you floating, boy
Bitch told me she hate me, but really adore me
Too deep in the streets, I won't let niggas whore me
Glock set 'em on fire, we leaving 'em scorching
Sign me a deal and get some endorsements
If I have me a daughter, I'll Christian Dior her
I'll Givenchy you, baby, no Juicy Coutures
Make the bitch choke whenever she bored
Shorty a roller, shorty a cold whore
I ain't kissing no more 'cause bitches got cold sores
I be throwing up threes and pouring up fours
[Chorus]
Uh, bitch-ass niggas be having them bitch traits
I ain't fucking with niggas 'cause I know they bitch made
Split 'em in half like Blade
If I'm looking for 'em, I search for his ass through Waze
I'm taxing them hits like I'm playing six-eight
We still catching bodies like back in the day
Colt four-five will do him the dirty way
Then switch it up with the old dirty thirty-eight
Whack him with Does and boost up the murder rate
We don't give a fuck, we murdering everyday
I ain't chasing no bitch 'cause all of 'em runaways
Got so many guns, don't know what to tote today
Walkdown, rundown, that's the 'Yo to the Blow way
Uptown, come to hop out and blow away
Ears and Doe 'bout to trap 'round the 'Yo today
We banging that yay and slinging a short Drac'
Four-five will do him the dirty way
Then switch it up with the old dirty thirty-eight
Whack him with Does and boost up the murder rate
We don't give a fuck, we murdering—
Mob
Ayy, Doe
And I got Ears in this bitch
You know Jordan punishing it
Nah, for real
I'm coming like that (Where Harto at, bruh?)
Ayy, I don't— Ayy, I— And I told these niggas ain't shit these niggas could do with me on no rap shit
Lyrically, I'll punish any of you bitch-ass niggas, you hear me?
I'm just speaking lyrically
Mob (No cap), Mob, Mob
Uh
[Chorus]
Uh, bitch-ass niggas be having them bitch traits
I ain't fucking with niggas 'cause I know they bitch made
Split 'em in half like Blade
If I'm looking for 'em, I search for his ass through Waze
I'm taxing them hits like I'm playing six-eight
We still catching bodies like back in the day
Colt four-five will do him the dirty way
Then switch it up with the old dirty thirty-eight
Whack him with Does and boost up the murder rate
We don't give a fuck, we murdering everyday
I ain't chasing no bitch 'cause all of 'em runaways
Got so many guns, don't know what to tote today
Walkdown, rundown, that's the 'Yo to the Blow way
Uptown, come to hop out and blow away
Ears and Doe 'bout to trap 'round the 'Yo today
We banging that yay and slinging a short Drac'
[Verse]
Nigga DM 'bout bitches and he on a fake page
If I say I don't care, you could fuck the bitch any day
Why the fuck would I care if I run it up anyway?
Put ten on a nigga and get it back in a day
These niggas characters, I think they anime
Could've been dead and that's why I had to make it
We getting close up, we don't do no mistaking
Hot-ass bitch, I know you've been faking
'Bout to go to New York and sit down 'bout a bag
Get a telly full of bitches slapping they ass
If you ugly with ass, bitch, put on a mask
Can I fuck you for sure? 'Cause I'm not 'bout to ask
I'm not disrespectful, bitch, I'm in my bag
We was riding with hard and we couldn't crash
When 12 got on us, we didn't do the dash
Doe had her dunking the dope in her ass
I pull up so fast, they thought I was Flash
I'm hanging out windows, I'm geeking to blast
Can't nobody run, I'm Drac-ing they ass
Niggas hopping them gates and I'm chasing they ass
I ain't chasing no bitch who keep showing her ass
I let the bitch go and I got me some cash
Whoever DM me, it gotta be your new man
You will never get up with me, you need a new plan
Turn him to Pooh Sauce, call me the Pooh man
Nigga called up my lawyer, yeah, I got a Jew man
I'm the Punisher, I get up on him with two bands
Start spanking the Drac', I'ma knock you out your shoe, man
We just spinned two blocks, we had two vans
I got a nigga knocked off for two bands
I'm with Choobarka, shorty a real man
Fuck rap, I'm hitting licks to get real bands
Niggas be hoes, so I call 'em fuck boys
They saying shit, but not making no noise
Glock with the switch, knock him right out his corduroys
Spank him on cam', take a pic with my Polaroid
Rappers be lying, so I call 'em Soulja Boy
Dive in that water, I'm leaving you floating, boy
Bitch told me she hate me, but really adore me
Too deep in the streets, I won't let niggas whore me
Glock set 'em on fire, we leaving 'em scorching
Sign me a deal and get some endorsements
If I have me a daughter, I'll Christian Dior her
I'll Givenchy you, baby, no Juicy Coutures
Make the bitch choke whenever she bored
Shorty a roller, shorty a cold whore
I ain't kissing no more 'cause bitches got cold sores
I be throwing up threes and pouring up fours
[Chorus]
Uh, bitch-ass niggas be having them bitch traits
I ain't fucking with niggas 'cause I know they bitch made
Split 'em in half like Blade
If I'm looking for 'em, I search for his ass through Waze
I'm taxing them hits like I'm playing six-eight
We still catching bodies like back in the day
Colt four-five will do him the dirty way
Then switch it up with the old dirty thirty-eight
Whack him with Does and boost up the murder rate
We don't give a fuck, we murdering everyday
I ain't chasing no bitch 'cause all of 'em runaways
Got so many guns, don't know what to tote today
Walkdown, rundown, that's the 'Yo to the Blow way
Uptown, come to hop out and blow away
Ears and Doe 'bout to trap 'round the 'Yo today
We banging that yay and slinging a short Drac'
