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Dirty Money


Jet Life Lyrics

 

Dirty Money Lyrics

Dirty Money by Jet Life


Trill nigga all I ever feed was the feace
I dont want no pussy if they dont come with the hit
That OG keep the young boy with the hit
They will shut you with your hand leave you with the lain
They better stay on line, no more collide with me
And free my nigga lil D and free my nigga lil D
He coped the cash for me
Shout out to my brother right here
Got a ? less sh*t for me
And they find me bout that nigga for me and ?
He get on for some summer, sh*t and I aint even fronting
And all they ever wanted was a pocket full of money
And a b**ch how got fat ass how dance even salsa
Man the sh*t get ugly and the ?
Lets told with that subber, send that nigga selling bandos
My homie barely see so farther and ?
And chasing after them b**ches thats a cold motherf**ker
And I just try to stay chill ti save some stumble
I came in this dirty money, they come out and nigga hustle
I always poke my mind and I aint never hold no ?
So they even cut that trainer, cutting wash and get away my trouble
And I just try to ball like a rustle, I bug fifty so wex feel just like my
Getting pay, my money talking, that work, my money talk
I ball whole pound and let it burn like hustle
Bad down the whole brick, back it up and straight pumping
Let my girl call my money and let me get that sh*t for you
I touch I few honey, hit my toast and feel it for you
I toast a few hundred til my dodgo thats my running
Surly you shut rustle ?he will shut your ass in public
For the low price and afraid hit
I dont give a f**k bout no como
Aint never had no job, and aint never f**k no diploma
He had the hood no fire and ?
He had the hood on fire, he a hot boy
And I aint nothing like the labels shut it right boy
My nigga black had a ?
If you wont f**k boy I still f**k it with all for you
Clack it boy, had that track and hang it and they coming nonstop, boy
Trapping boy and get even more good boy
We straight fly boy, all that my dog happening ?
Damn boy the street sh*t that make me all a man, dog
Remember having jump, I had my ground still my ? dog
Damn boy head shut still ?
Pimp sh*t, talk a the b**ch straight up on my banz now
Fly sh*t, clean nigga, never up on that bumb sh*t
Same try to f**k it but they try to get ?
Hood nigga for the record I dont give a f**k nigga
All hood we some hot nigga
My nigga met a mel we so hot nigga
My cousin met more, we the hot niggas
My brother smell realer, we some hot niggas
My nigga teas stone, with some hot nigga
My nigga super stand we so hot niggas
My cousin lil Chris we so hot niggas
On that thirty four sh*t we some hot niggas
We some hot niggas, fly sh*t shame nigga, clean nigga
Never gonna bum sh*t
She aint try to f**k and get out from my truck b**ch
Hood nigga, I dont give a f**k b**ch
All hood we some hot niggas



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