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letra de dirty shame - inteus

[verse 1]
diamonds on me doin’ jumping jacks, n-gga
bet fifty thousand playin’ blackjack, n-gga
theater room with tre-tre watchin’ rugrats, n-gga
he grabbed his nerf gun and screamed
“blatt, blatt,” n-gga (haha, trap baby)
i-i couldn’t have a boss, (no)
so i didn’t get a job (no)
i’d rather skip school, hit the block and hustle hard (trap!)
most these n-ggas frauds, (yeah)
all they do is flodge (yeah)
i heard that you can’t go to your hood ’cause you got barred

[verse 2]
all i want to be was a trap n-gga
ain’t got my id but i got them racks, n-gga
she said he ain’t nothin’ like these rap n-ggas
i let her count a million, no cap, n-gga
pull up with yo b-tch head in my lap, n-gga (whoo)
skeeted in her face, made her my baby sitter (yeah, yeah)
all she ever wanted was a trap n-gga
f-ck a job, i w–

[verse 3]
ridin’ with them yoppers you can have it man (woah)
i just picked up 50 bags out the baggage claim (strong)
and no, my n-ggas ain’t got a job, like i’m martin payne (haha)
trap n-gga, that’s a low down dirty shame (ha)
break the b–
hittin’ it from behind she said smack it (smack it, smack it)
she the owner of a day care but she ratchet (ratchet, ratchet)
the car drives it self when i say go go gadget (skkrr)
down for– n-gga, that’s a low down dirty shame
break the b–

- inteus

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