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Hands Dirty
- Gotta get my hands dirty, tryna make some money. Heard from a little birdie,
- you was dissin' on me? Leave him without his head, hunt him like a bunny. Grass
- ain't always greener, other side ain't always sunny. Leave him in the street face down,
- now he don't think that's funny.
- Yeah, he be dissin', it's really not important. He on that Mexican shit, he got his
- ass deported. He got my message, it was a little distorted. We kick down the door, bitch.
- Wet his ass up, looking like lamb sauce but I'm not fucking Gordon. We roll up,
- take his Jordans. We pop out at 6 in the mornin'. He disrespected me, now his
- mama mournin'. Coupe black and yellow, call me a fuckin' hornet.
- Got me a bad bitch, she don't need no surgery. He tryna be friends, before he
- tried to murder me. Bitch, you ain't got dirt on me. I know he heard of me, just
- wait until we come to his block, he gonna grab his glock, no fucking mercy y.
- Gotta get my hands dirty, tryna make some money. Heard from a little birdie,
- you was dissin' on me? Leave him without his head, hunt him like a bunny. Grass
- ain't always greener, other side ain't always sunny. Leave him in the street face down,
- now he don't think that's funny.
- Little bitch tryna act like me, tryna act like a G, that little bitch fucking me. Leave
- him on the street, there ain't no duckin' me. They tryna butter me...
- Up. Lil bitch, I don't give two fucks. He tryna diss, get his ass mugged. What about
- his pet dog? Turned that bitch into a rug. Cause I ain't give a shit, it all starts when
- your young. (Damn.)
- Gotta get my hands dirty, tryna make some money. Heard from a little birdie,
- you was dissin' on me? Leave him without his head, hunt him like a bunny. Grass
- ain't always greener, other side ain't always sunny. Leave him in the street face down,
- now he don't think that's funny.
- He trying to kill me, what are the odds? You ain't got nobody that cares up on
- your block. He gonna get his ass shot. Two in his head, can't get fixed by a Doc.
- Little bitch, this how it's supposed to be. Won't be here forever, motherfucker's
- better make the most of me.
- Gotta get my hands dirty, tryna make some money. Heard from a little birdie,
- you was dissin' on me? Leave him without his head, hunt him like a bunny. Grass
- ain't always greener, other side ain't always sunny. Leave him in the street face down,
- now he don't think that's funny.
- This bitch tryna fuck, I told her yes. Put her motherfucking hands on my chest.
- Little bitch pushed me down, then got out a glock. I said "Fake ass hoe" then she
- got her ass shot. Little bitches tryna play like they really fucking hot, he tryna
- interview me, like "How many hoes you got?"
- Gotta get my hands dirty, tryna make some money. Heard from a little birdie,
- you was dissin' on me? Leave him without his head, hunt him like a bunny. Grass
- ain't always greener, other side ain't always sunny. Leave him in the street face down,
- now he don't think that's funny.
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