Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DIRTY POTTY, artist - Lil Darkie.
Date of issue: 03.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
DIRTY POTTY |
11, 11, 11, 11 hours I’m spending atop a dirty potty |
No spending power don’t bend for parties that hurt me body |
I’m workin' thoughts, in a burning pot I don’t curtsy often |
I’m using poison making noise until I fill me coffin |
I’ll have you know I don’t want nothing to do with you losers |
Ain’t we all losin' ourselves to the point we lose confusion |
I feel buzzing all over my damn nerves |
Tobaccy burning no longer a damn herb |
Disgusting substance in my gullet, fuck it, pull it |
Pussy gotta take a breath |
Step outside it’s best for life |
Or just request your time of death |
Where you’ll find there’s never time to change your mind for how you live |
God or goddess ganja lock it in a muthafuckin' web (Smoke) |
Time for muthafuckin' bed |
All these products placin' puss inside the common kind of med |
I’ll be smoking till I’m dead |
TV is evil all these people get fucked |
I need diesel, you need evil you stuck, uh |
Relieve your penis, you need semen to bust, I |
I’m BMG |
I don’t people please for none |
One more round I pull up on a muthafuckin' fridge |
I need some more balance out it in the fuckin' mix |
Split big cigs, ever been mook sick |
Foot so big, homies cooked so quick |
Ha, mmm |
I’m feeling one with particulate matter |
Off a barbiturate shatter |
Quaalude and this bit of clatter |
Clinking containers |
I’m never thinking of haters |
I used to drink until later |
But now I drink when the paper come in |
Drinking potater like vodka |
Drinking agave tequila |
Quiet the neighbors’ll hear ya whisper |
Take my turn upon the toilet on the shitter |
Paper crisper when you procreatin' litter |
There is always a place that your trash has to inhabit |
In habitats of rabbits |
In habits grab and stab it |
This faggot is very ragged |
From self inflicted poising |
Ingestion of this ethanol |
Can’t even smell the testicles |
That linger on his breath at all |
F it all |
Spectacles, impeccable |
Detect the bullshit |
Dissectible amphibian that swimming in it |
Ooh |
I brought a bit of bud hey bud, hit? |
(Cool) |
I bought a bit of bud off Bud’s bitch |
(Who) |
The figure quick in her knickers the picker licked a nigga wallet |
Tried to call it, with my cellphone |
Hell no |
Trick her not by slipping her liquor |
By knocking out her cold |
Boutta ronda rousey this lousy hoe |
Pockets bountiful |
I found the fold inside of her |
Jacket get back to counting fools |
Mountain souls |
Mounted in the stone and on the paper |
Look me |
Look me in my eyes before I buy this booty shaker |
George! |
But Mister Benjamin he hold her in the morning |
He say Brittany or Lauren opportunity is whoring |
Sell your soul and never do a thing again |
Paper men |
I’m just spitting some important for domestic |
And for foreign |
If you drinking you might rap until you dead |
Save your meds |