Yo yo, what the f**
Filthy Jazz
[Verse 1]
Too many hoes in the game
I'm the host of the game
Shove dope entertain
Time froze when I came
From the low down, that ghost town
f**ing with the profound
Filthy n***a, the low clown
Sipping slow down in the smoke lounge
I got a skinny body, hairy knotty, sh** on everybody
Because I'm godly, rude like Gotti, f** Illuminati
On posers, rappers, haters too
I'm dropping ?choosing? bodies
At loser parties I got brusian hotties screwing jollies
Y'all lame n***as don't know who to copy
I got the crew beside me, six4 crew
The mob in pursuit of pot, and lewd a lot
And b**hes who don't mind a newer co*k
We switch the ruder bop
And roll the window down, moon a cop
If we're the same then my music rocks
If you like smoking herbs, stroking curves
Then hear my spoken words
Don't give a f** about none unless it's fun
And I'm blessed with extra cum so pretty girl let's run...
Let's run away
[Verse 2]
Switching galaxies
All my brothers in the mall
??? on the wall, in the stall
I'm so f**ing young and stubborn
And my vision changing colors
With your girlfriend at her house
In my pocket are some rubbhers
Lalala
Filthy f**in' Jazz