OBSG - Dirty Dishes lyrics

rate me

Can’t think so I write how I feel

Can’t sleep what’s fake, what’s real

Dreams in the place, like dirt dishes

Cause deeps on my ego where it kills

Used to do what I do for the thrills

Now when I do it, it’s for the chills

Man I need the same feeling back

Peas got my chest bumping like a heart attack

So many kicks, sounds like cardiac

Yeah ...circle back, no call the sac

Used to drink 40 then smoke a black

Now it’s tight jays, but they never laced

Dirty dishes, yeah, aha

Dirty dishes, yeah

Can’t feel my kicks, you wear them loosly

Buy my thoughts on whack, never loose leaf

When I’m going flowing, I spit cruelty

So them sucker niggas know they can’t move me

Who is he, when I came and I showed up

Then she came I’m the shit when I throw up

Something like explosions when we blow up

Stretched out mane, roll up

Dirty dishes, yeah, aha

Dirty dishes, yeah

Dirty dishes, yeah, aha

Dirty dishes, yeah

Can’t tell me how to run my gang

I’m like 2 key, don’t wipe me down

I ain’t Bruce Lee, I gotta fight for what’s real

Me and my team, tryina make it big, get that deal

Hard work every time I step on the field

I slave nigga, I ain’t from ATL

But I’m a brave nigga, in the club tryina find a nice life

Not a gold digger

I’m used to fucking bitches free, I ain’t a broke nigga

Home boy locked up, and his girl running lossly

Dirty bitches, dirty bitches, dirty visions

Dirty visions

Lately, I’ve been having dreams

With somebody screams

As soon as the shooters scream submachines

In purse of the loot, among other things

We paper stacked up from the robberings

Don’t fall for...

Me and my tea, we keep it clean when we on the crime scene

Pouring the bleach over the smitherings.