Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dirt , by - BROCKHAMPTON. Release date: 27.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dirt |
| South side brought the wave back |
| Hair nappy need a wave cap |
| Same state where Trae at |
| This the reason for the mothafuckin ASAP |
| That’s MOB nigga |
| Why ya all dressed up why ya teeth messed up why ya look so lost nigga |
| Don’t get it twisted down in the dirty south all we do is floss nigga |
| That shit late |
| Boss nigga |
| That one me |
| Ain’t got time can’t no nigga take mine |
| Our shit yall shit lose it no way |
| I’m off it I’m off it I’m off and dreamin bout it |
| I’m nauseous I’m nauseous it hurts to think about it ahhh |
| I’ve been riding round' with my people |
| And I always put it down for my people |
| She ain’t ever caught them southern feels |
| But she gone' catch them southern feels |
| Because I get it while it’s hot, I get it non stop as I watch that body rock |
| Swanging through town, banging through town, let me slow it down as I get my |
| money right |
| Got this ice on my wrist candy painted Lexus finna' hit a lick with my squad |
| Got a muddy cup of the purple stuff take a puff, get buck feel the southern love |
| Scumbag from the lonestar state |
| Come around here, you could be the next nigga on the first 48 |
| Niggas run around with a snub 38 |
| You gotta hold it down and protect your 28s |
| Because since 18 a nigga had a dream |
| Of that thang on the spokes |
| I got my mouth froze |
| Got them thangs for the low |
| Who the fuck spoke? |
| Don’t mind my southern drawl |
| I got a pocket full of stones for all of y’all |
| If he up, then watch him ball |
| Plot to make these niggas fall |
| Shoot through walls |
| Take their money and their Ki’s |
| And don’t come back without it all |
| Screaming fuck 'em and we ball |
| I’ve been riding round' with my people |
| And I always put it down for my people |
| She ain’t ever caught them southern feels |
| But she gone' catch them southern feels |
| Because I get it while it’s hot, I get it non stop as I watch that body rock |
| Swanging through town, banging through town, let me slow it down as I get my |
| money right |
| Got this ice on my wrist candy painted Lexus finna' hit a lick with my squad |
| Got a muddy cup of the purple stuff take a puff, get buck feel the southern love |
| Sock tan, pack of ports |
| Dirty bitch, might double cup her |
| Smokin gas on the porch |
| Guess you could say I’m burnin rubber |
| Head is good, so I learn to love her |
| My dogs talk in numbers |
| My iPhones got iPhones so all my friends can talk to me |
| My flip phone even switch lanes |
| My bitch got that lipstick |
| Like candy paint, lick it off |
| Fuck me, then piss me off |
| Alexis, get my ren on |
| Alexis, get my ren on |
| Curve me, curve me |
| Bitch don’t hit my phone, cuz |
| Heard everything’s supposed to be different round here |
| Gotta make sense of shit round here |
| It’s like everybody wanna hit a lick round here |
| Guess I gotta stop giving shits round here |
| Been looking for a sign or some shit round here |
| Grind hard just to get a fuckin grip round here |
| We don’t sit round here |
| Big shit round here |
| You a target if you don’t fuckin fit round here |
| Better charge it to the game nigga |
| We all going insane better find a fuckin lane |
| Doing digits in a range nigga |
| No guts no gain |
| No pain no fame |
| We are not one in the same nigga |
| I could change your whole life |
| We don’t need no hype |
| Just to get shit lit for the night |
| We could set it off on a fuck nigga on sight |
| Riding, riding |
| Rolling with my southern niggas |
| Riding, riding |
| Rolling with my southern niggas |
| Riding, riding |
| Rolling with my southern niggas |
| Riding, riding |
| Rolling with my southern niggas |
| Riding, riding |
| Rolling with my southern niggas |
| Riding, riding |
| Rolling with my southern niggas |
| Riding, riding |
| Rolling with my southern niggas |
| Riding, riding |
| Rolling with my southern niggas |
| Riding, riding |
| Rolling with my southern niggas |
| Riding, riding |
| Rolling with my |
| Pushing weight |
| Got to educate |
| Niggas smoking on my scholarship |
| That’s a win win |
| Allowances off these college kids |
| Brockh&ton thicker than the wayans man |
| I’m an asshole |
| Run up in su casa and dun dun dun dun da da dun dun |
| They deported my uncle |
| Cause he ain’t got the papers to prove it |
| Mama sent me to that white school (Not black!) |
| Prove I could speak like them white kids |
| Act like them white kids |
| Smoke like them white kids |
| Fuck that |
| I’m the all black johnny cash |