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letra de dirty clouds - hackey og

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[intro]
(chronic auxiliary)

[chorus: hackey og]
dirty clouds dancing
is he shy, chance him
dirty dyed fanta
doubt he die rapping
dirty clouds dancing
is he shy, chance him
dirty dyed fanta
doubt he die rapping
dirty clouds dancing
dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty
dirty clouds dancing
dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty
dirty clouds dancing
is he shy chance him
dirty died fanta
doubt he die rapping

[verse 1: hackey og]
doubt i die a rapper
bet i die a trapper selling nick’s
and trapped up in this b-tch
city of flint, can’t use the water spickets
i’m dyrdek, channel all my energy
it’s too ridic’
don’t let it drip
i’m worried about losing limbs
no corona sh-t
robbin’ big, only way i can make it
where i’m from, that’s it
only way i could cope
is smoke a hundred spliffs
i’m fed up with all the media
my t.v. pitched
i’m better off making beats
sitting in front of my rig

[bridge: hockey og]
exhale, dance for me
dance for me
exhale, dance

[chorus: hackey og]
dirty clouds dancing
is he shy, chance him
dirty dyed fanta
doubt he die rapping
dirty clouds dancing
is he shy, chance him
dirty dyed fanta
doubt he die rapping
dirty clouds dancing
dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty
dirty clouds dancing
dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty
dirty clouds dancing
is he shy chance him
dirty died fanta
doubt he die rapping

[verse 2: hackey og]
i’ma live trapping, i’ma die rapping
let my dividends get big
i don’t need a deal
real, friend or phony
i’ma own my own like nip
if you in a cell, bro, it ain’t a sprint
it’s a marathon, get fit
pulled all the weeds out my garden
watch the grass growing greener, getting thick
i’ve been getting meaner each b-tch
let ‘em fight it out, mike vick
i’ll emasculate ya ‘fore i assassinate ya
i’ma need revenge, john wick
go, go, it ain’t my birthday yet
lot of balloons, stuck in a nitro circus
no foam pit
lost all my goons, i’m in a dark room
watching fiends croon
i pop a rock in a doom tomb
with a spliff lit, whoa nick
tommy on me like due rent
need a head doc’, doctor lipschitz
rugrat, plug out, throw fits
bet i’ve been sick, caught covid
young and dumb, dually noted
hoes just f-cking up all my focus
smoking, nothing that i roll up local
choking, every time i get that dosi, dosing
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i done forgot these bars, i’m floating
better off hoping no one notice
i’ma just fill it with ad-libs, yeah

[chorus: hackey og]
dirty clouds dancing
is he shy, chance him
dirty dyed fanta
doubt he die rapping
dirty clouds dancing
is he shy, chance him
dirty dyed fanta
doubt he die rapping
dirty clouds dancing
dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty
dirty clouds dancing
dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty
dirty clouds dancing
is he shy chance him
dirty died fanta
doubt he die rapping

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