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letra de dirt off your shoulders - charlie row campo

baby jokes:
you want that gangsta stuff
i couldn’t hang it up
i got that raw touch
for your sl-tt to make her blush d-mn
im at the spot & you know them b-tches pop yeh
im on the block & you know them fellas pop yeh
ive been away , away with them filthy chains
of doing right thangs
for it gotta rain
who’s the sly to say i ain’t the right guy
of doing time baby i still can dance
am i a pimp na i just furnace
see i let her guess
she loves that freppy s-x
your examp, your minds been slowly closing
i was chosin
the hulk did more than holdin
it’s fully loaded
all we need is a secret slogan
i got boys in motion as vegas hogan
who you foolin im from the city where its still shooken
on the side of the team & we ain’t losin

chorus 4x:
get get that that dirt off your off your shoulders
dirt dirt off your shoulders dirt dirt off your shoulders

chino grande:
bust your left eye like lisa lopez
slide through your hood with a ski mask mo-ped
3-5-7 keep my pockets warm
pa shot filled with the reason why your lock is torn
im a disturbed child raising 3 of my own
guns bustin let ya kno that im still in the zone
im strapped with a chrome
that taphlaunce fill up your home
im just the reason why the feds got a tap on the phone
im duckin, dodgin, & mobbin around alleys at night
servin that candy-coded see thru just ain’t rite
i got these photozays tryna undastand while im gone
a single father, no welfare, i gotta be strong
baby mama in the county & we can’t get along
so till then comprehend i got to right my wrongs
so observe what you heard isolated the drama
but the truth still remains ima do what i wanna

chorus 4x

baby jokes:
what stopped
still got your mind south side
i got a thing for the scene yeh im still hot
you talk alot, fool was it all good
my credits stood
yeh i hit the hood
its understood that these guns play for blood
& i’ll be d-mned if my son gets raised in slums
whats the ticket
i know they out politickin
well thats you, its a f-cked up livin
im k-min left na fool im k-min right
doin time in the shoe you dont see no knife
you seen it burstin
next thing it was hurtin
why you trippin you knew what you derservin
repercussions, i gotta keep it russian
kinda harsh like that vodka rushin
wheres the kush
i need that extra push
chino, jokes in this b-tch with that new touch

chorus 8x

- charlie row campo

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