Boogie Pro - DURT lyrics

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Boogie Pro - DURT lyrics

(Verse 1:) Snowy, Hater or Yung Durt I'm that diamond in the dirt Skatty, scummy, also dirty That's why I get called Yung Durt From I was a yout man I done nuff dirt But now I'm older trying to find worth Was looking like star of the morning from birth Man are f**ing with mad spirits coming like turps I was one of the first to emerge I came with an energy surge and got the job murked You don't wanna test that's worse Get yourself slumped and purged You'll be looking all hurt I went to the mountain to search When I came back man say I was cursed Ain't telling me nothing that I didn't know first It's only funerals if I go church I've been on the low key trying to lurk But it's hard not getting spotted when you do murk That's the same reason that they girls wanna twerk Rough s** when I'm in involved that hurts My names Snowy and I do love girls Man have lust girls, f**ed girls never s**ed girls Don't care if the p**y hangs like a wizards sleeve f** it, still go in like Merl I'm gonna be one of the best on the earth I said I'd be big by end of the term Risky Roadz whatsapped me told me his Grandma rates me And I was like word Now my name's spreading around like germ From lamp post to lamp post and curb to curb If it ain't bout snowy how can I care Tell them other boys better put in some work (Verse 2:) Matter of fact, yo, you better write up plans Like say I haven't already wrote drafts Can't tell me bout ps when you're looking all bra** Can't pull the wool over my eyes that fast I've been here figuring out bare maths I've been putting in working like arts and crafts Look in my face in a whole a new person It's coming like manna man have done skin grafts I'm telling everybody face them facts If I can't make it nobody can Couple of my bros dem flip them packs But I'm tryna make sure they don't fall through the cracks I'm out for the pie like circle graphs I'm not stop go not stuck in traff When I eat food eat food with the crew And dem man dere drink from my gla** Check out the stats I've been murking tracks Since a young lad 2000 and way back Can't lie Back then I was a baz I'm talking gla**es like jam jar backs But even back then I was getting gash Hunt for the pumps had me getting in paps Now I'm getting ran down by girls on the map The same type of girls that woulda called man chavs Now I got models on my case I'm ga**ed Got man doing that bogle dance These man are rah not in my cla** It's like windows 95 verses a mac I'm a new gen farda, a new gen dad Lucky your verses don't get taxed Man asked me why you don't see me with them boy Bottom line is that them man are twats