Dirty Harry
Lyrics
(Hol' up Pavé, what is this?)
(Liq Liq play that fire)
Front street, front line, all my soldiers came with a stick (.34)
Big bank, grind time, know I gotta' be patient with it
Bachelor pad, Adam & Eve, got the bad bitches naked with it
G-string, thin line, love or hate, she fakin' with it (fake)
I8, beamer boys, new coupe, vroom vroom, scoot scoot
Two door, too could fit, sorry baby it ain't no room for you
New hoes, new money, stack 'em up, lap 'em up, pack 'em up
Doubled up, added up, twice as much, just like my styro cup
Better than better, I'm better than ever, shit my VVS wetter
Niggas ain't getting no guap so they done ratted just for a lil' bit of cheddar
Left my bitch, she thought I'd call her back, shit, don't even regret it
Lead with my senses, yeah real intuition shit, I smell the setup
Play with my money, I play with your life, like Russian Roulette
Play with my niggas, you swim in the deep end with the sharks, you get wet up
I put that guap in my Nike AF1s, hoe I run that check up
The opps wearing bulletproof vests, they goofy as fuck, boy, we aim for the neck up
Make 'em all retreat, make 'em fall back
All of my boys on E, steak no seafood, ain't no crab
VV, 3D, Rolex new piece, TTB 3400 elite
Don't compare us cause' we ain't even compete
Fifteen thousand racks in my Amiris, make these hoes wanna' marry us
Smith and Wesson with a Ruger, Glock with a switch, keep it concealed, no carry
She a gold digger, I'm a gravedigger, try to steal from me, bitch get buried
Folded 3 man with a shell catcher, young niggas, came through like Dirty Harry
Criminal record just like my report card, all F's but fuck it
Get figures and Forgiato's, pull up bitch who buckin'
You know how I rock out, pop pop with my Glock out, bitch I ain't even tuck it
You must've got a four-leaf clover and an ace up your sleeve
We had a clear shot, you lucky
Make 'em all retreat, make 'em fall back
All of my boys on E, steak no seafood, ain't no crab
VV, 3D, Rolex new piece, TTB 3400 elite
Don't compare us cause' we ain't even compete
Fifteen thousand racks in my Amiris, make these hoes wanna' marry
Smith and Wesson with a Ruger, Glock with a switch, keep it concealed no carry
She a gold digger, I'm a gravedigger, try to steal from me, bitch get buried
Folded 3 man with a shell catcher, young niggas, came through like Dirty Harry
Writer(s): Taajwar Latimore
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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