DIRTY!

DIRTY! (Explicit) - JPEGMAFIA

Lyrics by：JPEGMAFIA

Composed by：JPEGMAFIA

Come in the backroom

Backing up like I don't give a f**k

Gotta move the bricks

Bands so I could get the truck

What up with it buddy

Sad

Uh dirty (Dirty)

Money I'ma make you look dirty

Poke it out

Funny how the world caught up with me (Yeah)

Heard them pigs in New York don't f**k with me

Sheeple (Sheeple)

Keep it transparent y'all see-through

Help me out

Mama used to bump Luther no Beatles

McNabb tired of getting soup from the Eagles

Karma

In L.A. with that blicky playing Contra

Nasty

You can meet the fist like Arthur (Uh)

Love screwin' with the cops I'm Lana

Two SIGs Big Pun and Fat Joe they twins

Pull it out get them mumbling like Sims

And I don't need twenty n***as tweakin' synths dirty

Get low

Huh get low

(Uh uh f**k)

Better have ten nah nah n***a we

Dawg look at these n***as

Grind my teeth how they spit so much filler

(For real)

Wannabes used to wanna be wiggas

Same wannabes wanna be killers mmm-mmm

Weak-a*s rhymes (Weak) weak-a*s lines (Weak)

Same old synths them weak-a*s slides (Facts)

Fresh carpool this lane all mine (Uh)

Already lapped can't nobody get by

Who you gon' call when the trends all die

(Me)

N***as follow I been walkin' my path the whole time (Yeah)

S**t hurts worse when you deep in the grind

Out on bail like Pac in the prime

Style so slutty even you gotta try it (What else)

My s**t jam big drum on the .9 (What else)

When you spit subs give me your own time

And you can't get it back n***as know I ain't lyin'

Huh

Huh