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letra de the new underground industry - dirtybutt

[intro: dirtyb-tt]
used to watch us, i know they get mad
we’re making moves ’cause we’re not—
used to watch us, i know they get mad
we’re making moves ’cause we’re not—
used to watch us, i know they get mad
we’re making moves ’cause we’re not sad
these n-ggas broke and going out sad
i think he’s depressed by calling him trash
you’re now listening 66.6 deathproof radio b-tch, real blood sh-t (ooh) ()
[chorus: dirtyb-tt]
bow down, bow down (f-ck you talkin’ ’bout? b-tch)
bow down, all these n-ggas my sons (dj ytrid, i don’t give a f-ck)

[verse 1: jasiah & dirtyb-tt]
you wasn’t with me, i know they ain’t [?]
runnin’ my city, thеse n-ggas like kidneys
ridin’ thе train but it’s made out of [?]
i’m getting this money like losing no change
she suck and l!ck on the d-ck, once she see me, i’m married (oh, yeah)
i stroll with your b-tch ’cause she went to sidari (oh, yeah)
i’m with all the f-ck sh-t when i’m in the function
run out, no stoppin’, you n-ggas can’t get me
i wore no pants, i look like a horse (horse)
i’m working on some sh-t that isn’t all fire (yo’, yeah)
i’m like a god, you n-ggas look horrible
i’m f-ckin’ and once they nut, they’re like, “who are you?”
these my sons, i ain’t payin’ for sh-t
i got a auto, ride out with my team
gettin’ this money, my fingers ain’t itch (woah)
you n-ggas my sons, just being a b-tch (yeah, deathrpoof gangsters)

[chorus: dirtyb-tt]
bow down, yeah, bow down, yeah
bow down, yeah, all you n-ggas my sons
yeah-yeah, bow down, yeah-yeah, bow down
yeah, bow down, yeah, all you n-ggas my sons
[verse 2: majinblxxdy]
we in this b-tch, lit up rocks
fought too hard and n-ggas can’t stop me
this not fortnite n-gga, you can’t knock me
k!lling these n-ggas that need how to talk
i am the one, so don’t even stop me (yeah)
one episode when we bring up broly (yeah, yeah)
if i’m h-rny, then p-ssy, don’t call me
r.i.p kobe, f-ck n-gga, we ballin’
n-ggas didn’t laugh, so i know that they mad
we makin’ moves ’cause we’re in our bag
these n-ggas broke, can’t going out sad
eating their face so i’m calling them flat
we got the safe, so let’s shoot out the room
you’re such a b-tch, i got the truce
no new friends, b-tch, we don’t recruit
if you want some more, we’re gonna call in the troops

[outro: dirtyb-tt]
if you don’t f-ck with deathproof, well then, you’re a b-tch-ass [?]

- dirtybutt

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