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letra de dirk diggler (ashli's song) - king of nothing

[verse one]
la dolce vida
my n-ggas been smoking reefer
and gulpin potion in liters so quotes we spoke could be ether
now hit the floor and beseech us
or else your soul will be eaten
i only hope you believe it, like

but that don’t matter though
eyes as red as a navajo
you keep stickin to script ill keep stickin’ d-ck in the status quo
radical with the raddest flow
super saiyan like raditz’ bro
i don’t care if you’re mad cause yo

cest la vie
new b-tch look like sailor v
always been impatient leave the waitin to the maître ds
n-ggas steady hatin cause we out here getting major cheese
less your jaw needs breakin, you should change the sh-t you say to me
labeled me that n-gga sayin’ stupid sh-t in cl-ss
took that foot up out my mouth and broke that b-tch off in your -ss
no surprise i barely p-ssed, had to figure out my life
first turn water into wine then turn your b-tch into my wife

[chorus: ashli orion]
dirk diggler, baby
dirk diggler, baby
dirk diggler, baby

[verse 2]
b-tches on my instagram
pop that pill go instaham
shout my twitter fam
you ain’t wit it, l!ck a d-ck and scram
golden tree frog in my ear
golden trees all in my blunt
chief like i’m on f-ckin’ kansas city tryna block a punt
money all a n-gga want
money all a n-gga need
answer to my misery and liberty from n-gga greed
im just tryna get some cream
just enough to split between
me and my familia
get familiar, we the f-cking kings
smoke a couple packs of sprits
hoes that look like astrid heeren
pretty model b-tches
modelline’d fasho be glad to hear it
(i’m not your f-cking sister)
and my n-ggas don’t rep mooty beats
told my crew be true to me and soon enough we’ll rule the streets
i be puttin’ d-cks in the dirt when spittin these verses
and just like dish with detergent, we scrub these b-tches on purpose
if you ain’t ridin’ for yo n-ggas then you worthless
never leave the booth until its perfect

[chorus: ashli orion]
dirk diggler, baby
dirk diggler, baby
dirk diggler, baby

[verse three]
now b-tch i f-cked the game so young, chris hansen sittin’ at my kitchen counter
so you do what you want; won’t be ready for this encounter
my n-ggas off spliffs and powder
in essence, my fades are faded
i do this for doubters to see the looks on they f-ckin’ faces
and modesty’s overrated; i’m c-cky and cognizant
words fully loaded, baby
and c-cked at your consciousness
my new chick the flotus, maybe cause i’m like barack and sh-t
but really i’m most related to gods that do not exist
now shout out lux, carrera , seth, carbon and my family
maddox and leanna only women ill ever need
so b-tch get to steppin please
or check out the weaponry
artisan arsonist and i’m armed for your reckoning
voices still beckoning, want me back on that other side
thought i was bout to die
and never felt more alive
emotional genocide
it did k!ll me, in a sense
murdered my hope and pride
so long for my innocence

[outro: ashli]
ashli o here. still smokin’ green till my lungs collapse. all my homie on maab life sh-t. wavey squad! yo f-ck your b-tch, and give her style tips after. this sh-t strictly for my fades, forever and down eternally. you can’t run from the past, you might as well run to the future… zion

- king of nothing

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