Teksty:
Dirt My Gun

truck balley shit Champagne spillin while we hittin every bump that my Denali hit Outfit is four thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my

mistreated you once I'll pour my heart out to you, let down my guard, swear to God I'll blow my brains in your lap, lay here and die in your arms Drop to my

the top I'm not going to stop, I'm staying on my Monopoly board That means I'm on top of my game and it don't stop, 'til my hip don't hop anymore When

they never walked Send in their donations And they never have to talk again My beloved The only one I see standing up for me My beloved Close my eyes heal my

lose my cool Up in here, up in here Hold up! Err One, two, meet me outside Meet me outside, meet me outside All my Ruff Ryders gon' meet me outside Meet me outside, meet me outside All my

man im to much for these n-ggas, and three much for these hoes the World is in my hands, and i keep my hands closed i love my baby mommas, they get my

" Damn that's foolish" Swig off the 40 of holy water and say "Y'all let's do this" Grabbed my click, gripped my dick Walked with my face to the groung

Lord Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets

I plead my case The cops all on me tryin to bleed my safe My pops all on me tryin to squeeze my face But I'm not gon' squeal so I'ma need my space, back