Trilldeal - Dirty Pistol Lyrics

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Got a dirty pistol
Dirty pistol , Dirty pistol
Got a dirty pistol
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Got a dirty pistol
Dirty pistol,Dirty pistol
Got a dirty pistol
Bitch I came in with a missile
Bitch I'm Curry with the Glock
If I shoot that bitch gon' hit you
Got these aquafina diamonds on me dancing like a stripper
Niggas in their feelings here's a tissue for your issues
I keep running up the numbers
I keep setting up the trends
She gon' pull up to my show
Wanna f*ck me in the Benz
Got these niggas bitches flirting and I got them acting dirty
Had to wipe the finger prints off
You know this pistol dirty
Dirty pistol,Dirty Pistol,Dirty Pistol
Got a dirty pistol
Dirty pistol , Dirty pistol
Got a dirty pistol
Dirty pistol,dirty pistol
Got a dirty pistol
Dirty pistol,Dirty pistol
Yeah you know that I'm the man
See me counting up my bands
I got so much f*cking racks I'm running out of rubber bands
She gon f*ck me and my mans
Say I got her in a trance
White Air Force 1s match the M that hold my pants
Bitch I'm drippin
Toting poles
All my niggas pimpin'
Bitch I'm ballin
Ballin bitch I'm ballin like I'm pippen
Cutting out the snakes cus they ruining the vision
Sorry for your loss yeah I know your mama miss you
Got that Dirty pistol,Dirty Pistol,Dirty Pistol
Got a dirty pistol
Dirty pistol , Dirty pistol
Got a dirty pistol
Dirty pistol,dirty pistol
Got a dirty pistol
Dirty pistol,Dirty pistol