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lirik lagu jd & t lock - dirty

verse 1: jd

i’m that n-gga
probably why yo’ b-tch wanna take pictures
all these trees and hoes
i keep buying these clothes
you would think it was the first day of christmas
these cut jeans that i ain’t washed in a week
i know its dirty but my shirt supreme
this gold chain, these gold rings, go pretty nice with my gold t–th

got guns like a n-gga bout to rob you
got bats like i play for the dodgers
at the house kicking it with yo’ b-tch n-gga
im just playin l-lil game of soccer
this white tee got kool-aid stains
but these hands ttg like flocka
i swear to god on my mama
not now n-gga want these problems

and this chopper just like a calculator
and i promise you its gone solve em’
from nine to five your girl workin
from seven eleven she slurpin
pockets big just like kirby
slab l-look like a big d-dirby
my money speaks for itself
and all you dumb goofy n-ggas heard me

she wanna hold my heart i told her hold my d-ck
went and took a picture with my old b-tch
gettin head just like a ???
and this nina bang just like soulja slim

you n-ggas dress like its the first day
me i dress like its the last
yo’ fresh cut
and yo new shirt, and yo levi’s creased on yo -ss
in my white tee, and my cut jeans
and i still got you goofy n-ggas mad
trap j-d is a f-cking nineties baby
but my swag eighty-five like chad
dirty

chorus:

now thats dirty
white tee, thats dirty
beat maxes so dirty
gold t–th, dirty
not one of you n-ggas is worthy
and im dirty, dirty
jeans cut, thats dirty
gold chain, dirty
pouring up, dirty
say it twice so i made sure you heard me, dirty

verse 2: t lock
i said its lock in this b-tch
twelve gauge to his face
pistol in my lap with the thirty on my waist
got bond for the bail so im down to catch a case
i ain’t into saving hoes
call that n-gga t.d. jakes
all my n-ggas get it cracking any time of the day
claim you never lacking how i know where you stay
never do your dirty where your head gotta lay
n-gga i’ll blow strong like my lungs lifting weights
if a n-gga act silly i’ma go and get the strap
got weed, sour d, n-gga and we sell crack

on a fat pack you can get that for a stack
we can track that with the loud pack for a rack
that good cat throw that -ss back let me smack
f-ck that gone and twerk that for a rack
she wanna act we can handle that with the mac
running through yo’ b-tch like a motherf-cking track

sh-t ain’t even safe, like niko i might link the tape
out of ten girl the p-ssy was a eight
but that head game, now that sh-t was straight
giving good brain like the great debate
i let you on my bus like stevie j
i hit you quick as f-ck it only took a day
hit you with the text like im on my way

chorus:

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