Arthur Prada - Dirty Life! Lyrics

Need the money gotta have it
Dirty Life, you cannot hack it
If you get between me and the bands bitch
AP cut you up like a sandwich
When I talk it's no nonsense
Walk around the town centre smoking incense
Maybe I'm insensitive, I can never love on a bitch
I can never trust on a bitch, I can never love on a bitch
I can never tell her where I live
Pull up in an uber, hit it then I dip
You a fake, I heard you talking weird
AP got lots of weed in here
And my enemies are tryna get me near
And I'm in a Ghillie suit in a field
Smoke a zoot, then I pop a pill
She touching on my dick, she though it was the steel
I gotta keep it concealed, I'm off a lot of drugs you know I keep them sealed

I'm just tryna get out
And they never wanna see me
Heaven calling me, I just tell them I'll hit them back
And I'm down in the dirt

Ed Hardy, walking in the party
Eastern European girl looking like a barbie
Ask her pass me the car key
My baby told me get the bag daddy
Smoking OG came from Afghan
I don't trust in Jesus, this is God's plan
Twisting up something illegal
She put her leg behind her head like Steven Seagal
Chilling on the coast, you hear the seagulls
I been so high, I'm in a freefall
Burning from the pressure like a pre-roll

Love soft but we bleed hard
Like Lasagna you won't hear my G's dog
On the opp block, tryna get to your yard
Weed smoke, lip choke, touching on her G spot
Her touch got me higher than the weed dog
And I'm still in the mud, maybe I'll be here for life
And it's not that bad, cuz I'm used to being down in the dirt