Everything Dirty

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah (Started that) Huh, you know (You know that we started) Yeah, for real (Yeah) Okay, yeah (Dirty) [Chorus] Everything Dirty, you know that we started that Chopper gon' aim at your motherfuckin' starter cap Smokin' on gas and I'm having a heart attack Pulling that coupe, I don't know where to park it at Fuckin' that bitch, put my dick where she [?] at OG the wood, bitch, you know that I'm sparking that I'm in the street, give a fuck where your market at Bet you my chopper gon' hear where the target at Ran up them bands, yeah, you know where we marching at I'm with the gang, bet you wanna be part of the that I'm with the gang (Yeah, Dirty Boy), you know I'm with the gang so you might want your daughter back (Dirty) Fuck on that bitch then I bet I won't call her back (Dirty) Sippin' codeine, yeah, that lean got me fallin' back Ball with the team now I feel like the quarterback "How did he do it?" Know that you thought of that [Verse] Hold up, hold up (Yeah) Smoke up the wood now I feel like an Indian (Dirty Boy) All of my bitches black, white, or Brazilian Snakes on the Gucci, I'm feeling reptilian I cannot stop 'til I make me a million I'm in the club and I'm sneaking the glizzy in I'm in the hood and I blend like chameleon (Dirty Boy) Pullin' that coupe just to act silly in Dirty Boy Freshie, I'm smoking medicinal Walk in that bank now I'm feeling invincible Can't see nobody, these niggas invisible My bitch, she bad, and your bitch, she just typical (Dirty) Niggas be capping, these niggas be fictional Speaking Obama now I'm feeling political Shit'll get dirty, this shit'll get physical Preach on the beat, yeah, this shit'll get biblical (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Everything Dirty, you know that we started that Chopper gon' aim at your motherfuckin' starter cap Smokin' on gas and I'm having a heart attack Pulling that coupe, I don't know where to park it at Fuckin' that bitch, put my dick where she [?] at OG the wood, bitch, you know that I'm sparking that I'm in the street, give a fuck where your market at Bet you my chopper gon' hear where the target at Ran up them bands, yeah, you know where we marching at I'm with the gang, bet you wanna be part of the that I'm with the gang (Yeah, Dirty Boy), you know I'm with the gang so you might want your daughter back Fuck on that bitch then I bet I won't call her back (Dirty) Sippin' codeine, yeah, that lean got me fallin' back Ball with the team now I feel like the quarterback "How did he do it?" Know that you thought of that