lirik lagu slitt mook – klean dirty
[intro]
(aallgoddd made it)
[chorus: fhn mook & diamondsonmyd~ck]
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
yeah, yeah, snort a line, clean dirty
yeah, i’ma hit him with my dirty .30
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
yeah, i might hit him with my dirty .30 (what?)
yeah, yeah, sippin’ clean dirty (diamondsonmyd~ck, b~tch, icy god, n~gga, rcb, b~tch)
[verse 1: diamondsonmyd~ck]
need demon blood, i don’t sip wok
ice in the cup [?]
f~ck on your b~tch, and she give me top
skrrt~skrrt, brand new drop
sippin’ on wok, i got the glock
pullin’ up, and i’ll leave holes in your top
ayy, i need some drop
ayy, been on the block
d~mn, n~gga, you know how i came
icy god, b~tch, you know i’m a saint
pump his ass down and head straight to the bay
ayy, f~ck demon b~tch, hold my k
i’m with my n~ggas, and you know that we straight
pull up, n~gga, i can serve you today
n~ggas know i put that sh~t in your hands, your palms
your arms and f~ck with [?]
f~ck your b~tch, kiss the guap
pull up in a brand new drop
hop out with your b~tch
now n~ggas lookin’ sick, uh
yeah, n~gga, icy god sh~t, rcb, n~gga
sippin’ clean dirty, clеan dirty
sippin’ clean dirty
sippin’ clean, uh, got red bеam, ooh
demon with the stick, magazine
[chorus: fhn mook]
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
yeah, yeah, snort a line, clean dirty
yeah, i’ma hit him with my dirty .30
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
sippin’ clean dirty, sippin’ clean dirty
yeah, i might hit him with my dirty .30
yeah, yeah, sippin’ clean dirty
[verse 2: black kray]
sippin’ on dirty, but my room stay clean
i’m in the cut with a infrared beam
goth money gang, b~tch, you know that’s the team
hop~hop out the coupe, match the blood on my jeans
hop in the coupe, and you know i’m gon’ speed
pew~pew~pew, know i’m gon’ speed
coupe real clean, but you know i ride dirty
pew~pew, gun shine, lights on the .30
gucci birds, my n~ggas hold .30’s
post in the paint [?]
run through the field, think my lungs got dirty
run through the field, think my lungs got dirty
soulja’d up, light some blunts up in the trench, ooh
pew~pew~pew, in the, in the trench, ooh
[outro]
(fatality)
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