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letra de dirty (comfort zone) - mumbay

who that pretty loco with the case of too close
vivid of the coco that came through his nose
droppin‘ 450€ like he never goin’ broke
bluffin’ on that bb but he never doin’ jokes
whispering in her ear like storyteller
i like her telling stories on a body level
poppin champagne when i love the weather
feels like everyday i don’t know does it matter

like i pimp my style then these ni—s goin’ woo
talk some sh-t rest in peace pop smoke
get a dream get a hobby but don’t get on my nerves
or the last thing you’ll hear’ll be the scream of the nurse
i love mansions big cars big handsome
girls with a– so fat like a tanker
roll with it, deal with it, see you in a minute
lot of problems pocket but i never found the keys in it
meant to save the world but i ruined it
meant to f–k a girl but she boujee
meant to turn dirt into a jewelry
wow i never swear got to do sh-t
drama when i move in cause the neighbors know my name
a crazy moaf–ker and daddy wasn’t entertained
she had another lover got her ring from off her hand
i like ballin she b-lls, but in a different sense
even pro when i’m beginning, certified to be a winner
i just take it on the low cause air was stuffily at the ceiling
4,5,6,4,7h about the time i be home
boss is hatin’ cause i ain’t focus i ain’t tryin‘
who that pretty loco with the case of too close
vivid of the coco that came through his nose
droppin‘ 450€ like he never goin’ broke
bluffin’ on that bb but he never doin’ jokes
whispering in her ear like storyteller
i like her telling stories on a body level
poppin champagne when i love the weather
feels like everyday i don’t know does it matter

guess i don’t smoke except for the weekends
but i know pretty well issa waste of repeating
i’m occasionally faithfully impatiently
waitin’ for the man to bring de gras that i’m breathin
see the cops in the road, i’mma call say h-llo
was machen sachen? how is george?
never caught a feelin’ gotta catch the bus to keep my rhythm
that beat is pretty slow but seems too fast for all these women
i got gas in my system, like my head was a chimney
they sent the firemen ni—s don’t ask for oponion
yeah i laugh about ops in the clube or in prison
leave rats in the sub let them rot llke my kitchen
dirty, that’s how you wanted me innit?
it’s like i’m doin what i’m supposed to do
that’s gone to the limit
be never early, caus the first who serves could be a victim
better come sit down and listen
mans full of liquor and wisdom, eeh

- mumbay

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