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letra de dirty 4 - justin rarri

[intro]
hmm, hmm-hmm
(seph got the waves)
hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm
hmm, hmm
(ayy, lay that sh-t)

[chorus]
fake hoe, get the f-ck from ’round me
i got some sh-t that i know, i can’t tell n0body
hmm, pick up, pick up
i’m feelin’ like i’m dyin’
i got that cold heart fever, i been feelin’ no one ’round me
and i got a feelin’, you don’t care about me, you just wanna see all this money

[verse]
and this is for everybody
i’m still stuck in the hood, i been k!llin’ myself
i been smoking ’til i get this pain all out me
had to get up by myself
’cause they don’t give a f-ck, man, these n-ggas don’t care about you
we be shootin’, watch your step
i got h-lla big dogs and them n-ggas don’t play about me
’til the day we up on jet ski, oh baby i cry
and she want me fall off, you think i’m blind sighted
i been stuck in my head, gotta move out it
momma say i need therapy, i’m wildin’
give a f-ck ’bout drip, want no stylist
i been gone too long, i’m too quiet
only trust my dirty four
you know my heart cold
only worried ’bout bankroll
and i know they wonder why he ain’t talking
just because i said so
and i promise mama after i reach it, i ain’t tryna hear nothin’
and i promise that none of them n-ggas is walkin’ up
i got b-tches spread open, they callin’ us
look at that guap, all in my jeans
i ain’t worried ’bout them, like “f-ck you mean?”
let me change my flow ‘fore they critique
i’ma run up the money and f-ck on a shawty
ain’t tellin’ me sh-t, i got bigger plans
hold a mini drac’ with my left hand
and that f-ck n-gga mad ’cause i get bands
don’t lie on me, yeah
servin’ your pops, he be stuck on that dust
i put the money right over the dubs
we can’t talk ’bout a issue, say that b-tch ain’t the one
i need a shawty
off the rip, don’t judge me
just hold me closer while tellin’ me that you love me
[chorus]
fake hoe, get the f-ck from ’round me
i got some sh-t that i know, i can’t tell n0body
hmm, pick up, pick up
i’m feelin’ like i’m dyin’
i got that cold heart fever, i been feelin’ no one ’round me
and i got a feelin’, you don’t care about me, you just wanna see all this money

[instrumental outro]

- justin rarri

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