Dirty Songtext
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Dirty Songtext
Forget these Momo′s, I'm Komodo.
Boycott your squadron Logo, bombed and promo.
Swapped your road-show, always find me on the do-lo.
Rolling doja still I′m stoned broke.
While my friends all rolling dojos.
Drunk driving on a Wednesday,
past out, then on Thursday, woke up in Soho.
Why maneuver like a slow-poke.
Then I'm coming through the roof with a low-glow.
If you're thinking you can bring it to the greenhouse,
never, that′s a no-no.
Cos I promo, whatever makes your boat float.
Let the show go on.
Taste of revenge, oh so strong.
Being the ghost in the hallway seeking justice
and a rope so long.
Slicing your face with a like Hoffman.
Bury your rhyme book in a coffin.
I rhyme hard and I′ll never go soft.
Spit so lethal, I should be off in a box and frozen.
That ain't love, that′s oxytocin.
Time's slipping and you lost the moment.
Cos I rock the boat into the bottom of the ocean.
You can never stops Stallone, cos I′m the eye of the tiger.
Your Pluto, I'm the lion of the white and
your Sudo.
Bring one liners like Caruso.
I survived another night where the ghouls go.
Wits to the crew of my group home.
I′m making it slam out of you pro.
Mr. Musso' is good with a smooth ho.
Time after time, I'm letting you know.
I get filthy, deep in the trenches
You ain′t never seen me on the benches
Freak with a sentence
On a beat with a vengence
Reap your repentance
I′ll never meet defeat while I'm invested
Into the melody never rested
Imma feast on the message
And I′ll spit it out on a towl
And I ain't stopping now till I′m leaving arrested
(???)
It's hard when I passed your speaker
Carve a masterpiece and outsmarted the teacher
This class is freed up
Mentality: Do it or die
Don′t know what to do with this mic
But nobody's ever going to ruin this vibe
Cause even when we're running we′re doing this live
(We′ll do it live)
(Okay)
(We'll do it live!)
Boycott your squadron Logo, bombed and promo.
Swapped your road-show, always find me on the do-lo.
Rolling doja still I′m stoned broke.
While my friends all rolling dojos.
Drunk driving on a Wednesday,
past out, then on Thursday, woke up in Soho.
Why maneuver like a slow-poke.
Then I'm coming through the roof with a low-glow.
If you're thinking you can bring it to the greenhouse,
never, that′s a no-no.
Cos I promo, whatever makes your boat float.
Let the show go on.
Taste of revenge, oh so strong.
Being the ghost in the hallway seeking justice
and a rope so long.
Slicing your face with a like Hoffman.
Bury your rhyme book in a coffin.
I rhyme hard and I′ll never go soft.
Spit so lethal, I should be off in a box and frozen.
That ain't love, that′s oxytocin.
Time's slipping and you lost the moment.
Cos I rock the boat into the bottom of the ocean.
You can never stops Stallone, cos I′m the eye of the tiger.
Your Pluto, I'm the lion of the white and
your Sudo.
Bring one liners like Caruso.
I survived another night where the ghouls go.
Wits to the crew of my group home.
I′m making it slam out of you pro.
Mr. Musso' is good with a smooth ho.
Time after time, I'm letting you know.
I get filthy, deep in the trenches
You ain′t never seen me on the benches
Freak with a sentence
On a beat with a vengence
Reap your repentance
I′ll never meet defeat while I'm invested
Into the melody never rested
Imma feast on the message
And I′ll spit it out on a towl
And I ain't stopping now till I′m leaving arrested
(???)
It's hard when I passed your speaker
Carve a masterpiece and outsmarted the teacher
This class is freed up
Mentality: Do it or die
Don′t know what to do with this mic
But nobody's ever going to ruin this vibe
Cause even when we're running we′re doing this live
(We′ll do it live)
(Okay)
(We'll do it live!)
Writer(s): Adrian Musso-gonzalez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com