Filthy Jazz - Rubbhers (FIlthy) lyrics

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