Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dirty Game, artist - Bloody JayDate of issue: 14.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dirty Game |
| Hook / Chorus: Bloody Jay |
| Shoot-outs on the daily |
| I’m tryna make it to see my baby |
| Fuck you pay me in an all red mercedes (that Benz) |
| Every day a fashion show gotta stay off in the latest (that fashion) |
| Swear this street shit raised us (it did) |
| And that gangsta shit made us (yes yes yes) |
| Open up your eyes and sharpen up your game |
| Streets is a dirty game |
| Verse 1: Bloody Jay |
| For the money nigga we coming through your front door |
| Front line nigga yeah I was front row |
| Front and center get paid for the blocks like a sinner |
| Took a lot of losses just for us to become winners |
| Born sinners, eating steak dinners |
| Smashing off the lot, we ain’t riding rentals |
| Hating muhfuckas thought we was gon stay down |
| Shoot-outs board day I tote that K ‘round |
| Draped in Louis V, Balenciaga runners |
| All this money round ain’t no time for fumbles |
| So I tightened up on my game and made my vision tunnel |
| Kill em with success I watched them haters crumble |
| Hook / Chorus: Bloody Jay |
| Shoot-outs on the daily |
| I’m tryna make it to see my baby |
| Fuck you pay me in an all red mercedes (that Benz) |
| Every day a fashion show gotta stay off in the latest (that fashion) |
| Swear this street shit raised us (it did) |
| And that gangsta shit made us (yes yes yes) |
| Open up your eyes and sharpen up your game |
| Streets is a dirty game |
| Verse 2: Alley Boy |
| Yeah |
| Mount my whip to 6 figures screaming fuck a nigga |
| 100 bands on my arm platinum like Jigga |
| Thousands niggas reppin blood but the door unmarked |
| Lotta niggas trappin hard, the rest of em rob |
| Had to get it out the mud, the set wasn’t gave to me |
| Game was gave to me, the block was all they gave to me |
| They murdered Nut I damn near cried a river |
| Body for body, simple |
| Murkin shit til December, we crashing when I see you fish fry’s in the winter |
| Ima let lil one em spend em, I’m still missing my nigga |
| It’s a lot of pussy on this plate, its gon be a late dinner |
| It’s never too late to hit em, put his partner on a shirt with em |
| Hook / Chorus: Bloody Jay |
| Shoot-outs on the daily |
| I’m tryna make it to see my baby |
| Fuck you pay me in an all red mercedes (that Benz) |
| Every day a fashion show gotta stay off in the latest (that fashion) |
| Swear this street shit raised us (it did) |
| And that gangsta shit made us (yes yes yes) |
| Open up your eyes and sharpen up your game |
| Streets is a dirty game |
| Outro: Major Grams |
| Naw Naw, yall pussy ass niggas stay over there |
| Real shit back, all this fake shit finna get exposed |
| Yall niggas play fair keep that shit in the streets |
| It’s a dirty game who really blame |
| Yall opened up the door for this shit, we gon close em |
| Straight like that |
| FIB Nut |
| Anybody get got damn duct taped, you know how we boming |
| FIP Nut Man |
| FIP Young Mu |
| FIP Gangsta |
| FIP to All the muhfucka fallen soldiers, real shit back |
| Here to stay, straight like that bitch |