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letra de joe dirt - samson (usa)

[verse]
fly motherf-cker but i’m lookin’ like joe dirt
when i pull up with the mullet, make ya ho squirt
motherf-ckers always makin’ fun of me but guarantee
when n0body’s around they’re gonna study me like homework
never bought a b-tch a fur coat or a coach purse
i don’t even try to flirt, she’s the one who spoke first
i just show up at her house randomly and give the b-tch
a couple inches out of nowhere like a growth spurt
two 12’s in my trunk shake the whole earth
po-po told me turn it down but it won’t work
when i drove by your homе all of the artwork hung on your wall
fell off harder than smokеpurpp
hittin’ lows while the tweeters in the bose chirp
got a freak sittin’ shotgun wearin’ no skirt
put the seat back, turn the music up and cruise slow
while i get some road head from congresswoman boebert
she was suckin’ on my b-lls like a gumdrop
made my toes curl, had my stomach in a knot
i busted my nut sittin’ at a red light
i said, “d-mn b-tch really made me come to a stop”
i returned the favor and i munched on her box
threw her legs to the side and put tongue in her tw-t
sh-t looked like a water park when i got done
had to stop at walmart to get a sponge and a mop
uhh
if you feel me, holla lady
the rap game’s lonely ’cause i’m k!llin’ all you lately
i flee the murder scene and i peel off in a mercedes
with the windows rolled down bumpin’ million dollar baby
tryna get more plays than tommy richman
’til i gotta million dollars in my palms i’m clenchin’
tryna put my mom and dad in the bombest pads
so they don’t gotta give a f-ck about a job description
knockin’ on the door like bang bang who’s this?
if they don’t open up then i’ma spray flames through it
everyone inside’ll vacate, move it
i never ask questions i just take aim, shoot it
if they hatin’ on me it’s ’cause they can’t do it
gonna be great ’cause i’m makin’ grade a music
bunch of lame motherf-ckers they just can’t hang with it
’cause i’m best in class like a straight a student
everytime i see you on the stage they boo it
it would be a miracle if they take to it
you’re bottom of the barrel but you swear you’re on the top
bout to put a stop to it like i drank brake fluid
ain’t pullin’ no tricks b-tch i came to stunt
notepad so sharp i got paper cuts
when you listen to me spit it’s kinda like deer huntin’
’cause you know you’re always gonna get a bang for your buck

- samson usa

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