DIRTY! - JPEGMAFIA

Come in the backroom

Backing up like I don’t give a fuck

Gotta move the bricks

Bands so I could get the truck

What up with it, buddy?

Side

Dirty

Money, I’ma make you look dirty

Poke it out

Funny how the world caught up with me (Yeah)

Heard them pigs in the New York don’t fuck with me

Sheeple

Keep it transparent

Y’all see through

Help me out

Momma used to bump Luther no Beatles

Mcnabb tired of getting soup from the Eagles

Karma

In the L-A with the blicky playing Contra

Nasty

You can cut fist like Arthur

Love screwing with the cops

I’m Lana

Two cigs

Big Pun and Fat Joe they twins

Pull it out get them mumbling like Sims

And I don’t need twenty niggas to defense

Dirt!

Get low!

Huh, get low

Uh, uh

Fuck

Better have ten, nah, nah, nigga, we-

Dog, look at these niggas

Round my tea pot

They spit so much filler

Wannabes used to wanna be with us

Same wannabes wanna be killers

Weak ass rhymes, weak ass lines

Same old synths, them weak ass slides

Fresh carpool this lane all mine

Already lapped can’t get nobody by

Who you gon' call when the trends all die?

Niggas follow I been walking my path the whole time

Shit hurts worse when you deep in the grind

Out on bail like Pac in the prime

Styles so slutty, even you gotta try it (What up?)

My shit jam big drum on the 9 (What up?)

When you spit subs, give me your own time

You can’t get it back, niggas know I ain’t lying

Huh

Huh