Huh, lying to my bitch or else I disappoint her
I got real pointers, younging keep that 30 on ya
And I keep real bitches, Spanish ho from Barcelona
And I think that bitch a chola, she just stepped on Yola
I can't FaceTime with that bitch she copped that Motorola
She know how to use that brain but she got no diploma
Only thing I hate about her, I just can't control her
Racks on me, how you do it? I got methods on ya
We come knocking on ya door like we just saw Jehovah
Now she tryna f*ck the team I swear she so bipolar
If she was f*cking with my mans then I won't f*ck up on her
She gon' send that vid so quick I don't play for Minnesota
Why he playing on my phone I don't even play with bitches
I got all the Oppas tight cause I keep dirty switches
Dirty clips and dirty sticks on top of dirty dishes
Clean em up I send em off, I'm counting dirty riches
Dirty bitch and she gon' fulfill all my dirty wishes
Got 33 up in this clip, ain't no way all em misses
When he got hit up in his shit his whole gang got a sickness
And I been sleeping with yo bitch that boy been sleep w fishes
I bet he turning in his grave y'all boys ain't stand on business
And how the f*ck y'all say y'all gang when half y'all turned to snitches
When he got hit up, D.O.A the doc ain't waste no stitches
Ain't wasting no beds, ain't wasting no meds, ain't wasting no physician
Huh, - up in my blunt I smoke the whole thing
Huh, smoking sticky shit, this that propane
Huh, Smoking bloody blunts, feel like Cobain
Huh, pay up with a hunnid' I need no change
B.D.A. - Dirty Riches Lyrics
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Huh, lying to my bitch or else I disappoint her
I got real pointers, younging keep that 30 on ya
And I keep real bitches, Spanish ho from Barcelona
And I think that bitch a chola, she just stepped on Yola
I can't FaceTime with that bitch she copped that Motorola
She know how to use that brain but she got no diploma
Only thing I hate about her, I just can't control her
Racks on me, how you do it? I got methods on ya
We come knocking on ya door like we just saw Jehovah
Now she tryna f*ck the team I swear she so bipolar
If she was f*cking with my mans then I won't f*ck up on her
She gon' send that vid so quick I don't play for Minnesota
Why he playing on my phone I don't even play with bitches
I got all the Oppas tight cause I keep dirty switches
Dirty clips and dirty sticks on top of dirty dishes
Clean em up I send em off, I'm counting dirty riches
Dirty bitch and she gon' fulfill all my dirty wishes
Got 33 up in this clip, ain't no way all em misses
When he got hit up in his shit his whole gang got a sickness
And I been sleeping with yo bitch that boy been sleep w fishes
I bet he turning in his grave y'all boys ain't stand on business
And how the f*ck y'all say y'all gang when half y'all turned to snitches
When he got hit up, D.O.A the doc ain't waste no stitches
Ain't wasting no beds, ain't wasting no meds, ain't wasting no physician
Huh, - up in my blunt I smoke the whole thing
Huh, smoking sticky shit, this that propane
Huh, Smoking bloody blunts, feel like Cobain
Huh, pay up with a hunnid' I need no change
I got real pointers, younging keep that 30 on ya
And I keep real bitches, Spanish ho from Barcelona
And I think that bitch a chola, she just stepped on Yola
I can't FaceTime with that bitch she copped that Motorola
She know how to use that brain but she got no diploma
Only thing I hate about her, I just can't control her
Racks on me, how you do it? I got methods on ya
We come knocking on ya door like we just saw Jehovah
Now she tryna f*ck the team I swear she so bipolar
If she was f*cking with my mans then I won't f*ck up on her
She gon' send that vid so quick I don't play for Minnesota
Why he playing on my phone I don't even play with bitches
I got all the Oppas tight cause I keep dirty switches
Dirty clips and dirty sticks on top of dirty dishes
Clean em up I send em off, I'm counting dirty riches
Dirty bitch and she gon' fulfill all my dirty wishes
Got 33 up in this clip, ain't no way all em misses
When he got hit up in his shit his whole gang got a sickness
And I been sleeping with yo bitch that boy been sleep w fishes
I bet he turning in his grave y'all boys ain't stand on business
And how the f*ck y'all say y'all gang when half y'all turned to snitches
When he got hit up, D.O.A the doc ain't waste no stitches
Ain't wasting no beds, ain't wasting no meds, ain't wasting no physician
Huh, - up in my blunt I smoke the whole thing
Huh, smoking sticky shit, this that propane
Huh, Smoking bloody blunts, feel like Cobain
Huh, pay up with a hunnid' I need no change
Writer: Beda .
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