Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha
It's my skinny jeans
With my Chuck Ts on
It's those ruby red lips
And that black lace thong
When the police hem me up
And I ain't done no wrong
So I light one up
And it goes straight to the dome
It goes (ha, ha, ha)
It goes straight to the dome
It goes (ha, ha, ha)
It goes straight to the dome
It goes
They don't call me dope in my town, they call me filthy
I don't need a judge to tell me that I'm guilty
Turn this fucker up and get loud if you feel me
In my town they don't call me dope, they call me filthy
They call me filthy
They call me filthy
It's my JV leather jacket
Dripping swag in the hood
It's that thin blue line
Say I'm up to no good
It's those hips that make it twitch
Bounce it all night long
Got those cheeks I wanna kiss
It's that black lace thong
It goes (ha, ha, ha)
It's that black lace thong
It goes (ha, ha, ha)
It goes all night long
They don't call me dope in my town, they call me filthy
I don't need a judge to tell me that I'm guilty
Turn this fucker up and get loud if you feel me
In my town they don't call me dope, they call me filthy
They call me filthy
They call me filthy
They call me filthy
They call me filthy
(Ha, ha, ha)
(Ha, ha, ha)
They don't call me dope in my town, they call me filthy
I don't need a judge to tell me that I'm guilty
Turn this fucker up and get loud if you're with me
In my town they don't call me dope, they call me filthy
They call me filthy
They call me filthy
They call me filthy
They call me filthy
They don't call me dope in my town, they call me filthy
They don't call me dope in my town, they call me filthy
They don't call me dope, they call me filthy
