G-Mo Skee - Dirty Mothaf**a lyrics

Yeah. Haha, guess what kiddies!? Your favorite rapist is back! I run sh** I love to go out of my way and prove it I'll shoot ya a** in ya head and spill your creative juices You hatin' on me and I won't change at all, there's no change involved, I don't change my drawers! I'm a hypocrite, you think I give a sh** about a immigrant? I wouldn't buy a f**in' box of oranges for 50 cent I don't even like oranges, I'm finna light torches And chase these Mexican f**s back to the white origin Outta pocket, don't concern me motherf**er ? of the game, I'm a dirty motherf**a With my dick lodged in Nicki Minaj's twat Pulled it out and made the dumb b**h ma**age the top Dropped a mixtape, sh** sounded like a giraffe dyin' in a prison shower with Christians there to baptize it Released the filth, and it's official: I'm k**in' the whole game, you n***as are sacrificial (Dirty mother f**er x8) (Got Filth!)