JPEGMAFIA - DIRTY! lyrics

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JPEGMAFIA - DIRTY! lyrics

[Intro] Come in the backroom Backing up like I don't give a fu*k Gotta move the bricks Bands so I could get the truck What up with it, buddy? Side [Verse 1] 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 fu*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 cut fist like Arthur (Uh) Love screwing with the cops, I'm Lana Two cigs, Big Pun and Fat Joe, they twins Pull it out, get them mumbling like Sims And I don't need twenty ni**as to defense Dirty [Interlude] Get low Huh, get low Uh, uh fu*k Better have ten, nah, nah, ni**a, we— [Verse 2] Dawg, look at these ni**as Grind my teeth they spit so much filler (For real) Wannabes used to wanna be with us Same wannabes wanna be killers, mhm Weak-ass rhymes (Weak), weak-ass lines (Weak) Same old synths, them weak-ass 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? (Ayy) ni**as follow, I been walkin' my path the whole time (Yeah) sh*t hurts worse when you deep in the grind Out on bail like Pac in the prime Style so s*utty, even you gotta try it (What else?) My sh*t, yeah, big drum on the .9 (What else?) When you spit subs, give me your own time And you can't get it back, ni**as know I ain't lyin' [Outro] Huh Huh