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Tay G - Riding Super Dirty Lyrics



Tay G - Riding Super Dirty Lyrics
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I'm from the North
So I dip down 45
I might just exit 59
Thinking about flossing through the South
These niggas talking about a drought
But All my niggas got them 9's
Man all my people serving pies
So what the f*ck they talking about
That's how it go in H Town
Yeah, We keep it super dirty-We keep it dirty nigga
We riding super dirty-We riding dirty nigga
That's how it go in H Town
Yeah, we keep it super dirty-We keep it dirty nigga
We riding super dirty-We riding dirty nigga
That's how it go in H Town
Pull up in a whip you ain't never ever seen, told you nigga I get it from the Medellin
True soldier nigga, high hopes for niggas, but I hope them niggas die smoking nigga
Wide open nigga, think I'm joking, killers in my phone, I send them that emoji, get them
Got to roll the swisher, got to pose for pictures like a motion picture
I should probably film it
Trying to hold this liquor, scan the room like a motion sensor for them vultures get you
Nigga throwed than pitcher, nigga blowed the window out the door to kill you
Over kill you, where your familia
Word to mine- what today, syrup or wine
F*ck with Tay, commit a murder crime-law come, I hit reverse and drive
If they catch me nigga, then I serve my time, buss spreads with niggas, read verses, grind
And be the first in line for that burst of shine
Cause I'm real nigga, 22 years no Hilfiger
Polo Ralph Lauren, Givenchy clothes, in the hood with a raunchy hoe
Later on, I'm getting college dome from a bitch getting her knowledge on
She say her boyfriend not at home
Now the gold wrapper laying by her thong
Hoe snatcher, homewrecker, shoes-taking, phone checker
Move making, low level crime boss, go and check it
My reputation precedes itself, you pussy niggas get an E for effort
God-body on the streets with lepers, prostitutes, thieves and lesser
Got to do anything that's nece-ssary in order for you to feed the nest
Getting money, just bringing stress-might smoke something cause I be depressed
Might body something, homicidal thoughts I been wondering
Like good spots for a body dumping, how long it take til' it rot to nothing
Got a zone for eight and I chopped it cousin
On Hoover Crip, whipped 36 and thats overweight, I mean sloppy but I'm
Still greedy, I scrape the sides of the pot to fluff it
Now you on to something
I'm from the North
So I dip down 45
I might just exit 59
Thinking about flossing through the South
These niggas talking about a drought
But All my niggas got them 9's
Man all my people serving pies
So what the f*ck they talking about
That's how it go in H Town
Yeah, We keep it super dirty-We keep it dirty nigga
We riding super dirty-We riding dirty nigga
That's how it go in H Town
Yeah, we keep it super dirty-We keep it dirty nigga
We riding super dirty-We riding dirty nigga
That's how it go in H Town
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I'm from the North
So I dip down 45
I might just exit 59
Thinking about flossing through the South
These niggas talking about a drought
But All my niggas got them 9's
Man all my people serving pies
So what the f*ck they talking about
That's how it go in H Town
Yeah, We keep it super dirty-We keep it dirty nigga
We riding super dirty-We riding dirty nigga
That's how it go in H Town
Yeah, we keep it super dirty-We keep it dirty nigga
We riding super dirty-We riding dirty nigga
That's how it go in H Town
Pull up in a whip you ain't never ever seen, told you nigga I get it from the Medellin
True soldier nigga, high hopes for niggas, but I hope them niggas die smoking nigga
Wide open nigga, think I'm joking, killers in my phone, I send them that emoji, get them
Got to roll the swisher, got to pose for pictures like a motion picture
I should probably film it
Trying to hold this liquor, scan the room like a motion sensor for them vultures get you
Nigga throwed than pitcher, nigga blowed the window out the door to kill you
Over kill you, where your familia
Word to mine- what today, syrup or wine
F*ck with Tay, commit a murder crime-law come, I hit reverse and drive
If they catch me nigga, then I serve my time, buss spreads with niggas, read verses, grind
And be the first in line for that burst of shine
Cause I'm real nigga, 22 years no Hilfiger
Polo Ralph Lauren, Givenchy clothes, in the hood with a raunchy hoe
Later on, I'm getting college dome from a bitch getting her knowledge on
She say her boyfriend not at home
Now the gold wrapper laying by her thong
Hoe snatcher, homewrecker, shoes-taking, phone checker
Move making, low level crime boss, go and check it
My reputation precedes itself, you pussy niggas get an E for effort
God-body on the streets with lepers, prostitutes, thieves and lesser
Got to do anything that's nece-ssary in order for you to feed the nest
Getting money, just bringing stress-might smoke something cause I be depressed
Might body something, homicidal thoughts I been wondering
Like good spots for a body dumping, how long it take til' it rot to nothing
Got a zone for eight and I chopped it cousin
On Hoover Crip, whipped 36 and thats overweight, I mean sloppy but I'm
Still greedy, I scrape the sides of the pot to fluff it
Now you on to something
I'm from the North
So I dip down 45
I might just exit 59
Thinking about flossing through the South
These niggas talking about a drought
But All my niggas got them 9's
Man all my people serving pies
So what the f*ck they talking about
That's how it go in H Town
Yeah, We keep it super dirty-We keep it dirty nigga
We riding super dirty-We riding dirty nigga
That's how it go in H Town
Yeah, we keep it super dirty-We keep it dirty nigga
We riding super dirty-We riding dirty nigga
That's how it go in H Town
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Writer: Thomas Jenkins
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