TERMANOLOGY - Play Dirty feat. Lil Fame, Busta Rhymes and Styles P lyrics
rate meI’m on the gold paper chase till the day that I blow
My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty, ah
My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty, ah
It’s the guard I’m focused, I’m one of the hardest flowers
I open your heart with pokers and cover your car with roses
I’m one of the last poets, to science and math knowest
Combined with my clash flow, it’s a crime that I’m past over
I roll with the hardest soldiers, stay low when the gun approaches
I cover your heart in roasted, and wait on your mama’s sofa
I suit up your daughter’s troller, I told you my heart is polar
Unload up a ... of cocoa and cover up the largest boulders
I’m from the land with known is the heart where they hardly sober
The hoster the cavy, the toaster is always on the shoulder
I’m out for the pot of gold, if you trippin, your body froze
And I zip up you body goons, in the river your body goes
Don’t make use the razor to show you my fruits of labor
Not even your crew can save you, you get in the booth I slay you
Keep that a housing, for flipping and wild
And it’s the Portoricans kill with the guns that look Italians
Man hand me my motherfucking strap, fall back
I’m bout to run up on these niggas like og whack
Shit get it popping with my weapon in palm
I am the wars ...you ever seen since the deficite dawn
I still do it jumbo, still gun hold, my flow’s a ticket to the gunshow
Front row, yeah I know, I should have been out
They asked me to slim down, tell them bitches kick rocks
Big niggas is in now, marksmen regime and I’m there for the ...out
Kids starve the fuck out, welcome to the rough house
Yellow bust status since special ad had an A
Start a march pit, stampede barricade
Cutting you the... fuck niggas heads up like the barber of the ville
Roll pits of the death, still 7 30, and I keep my hands dirty, cause I play dirty nigga
I’m on the gold paper chase till the day that I blow
My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty, ah
My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty, ah
I’m on the gold paper chase till the day that I blow
My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty, ah
My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty, ah
Only time my gun show off is when my gun go off
Fuck around and get your tongue blown off
Get shot from point blank lil nigga to joints stank
Kush and cookies in a big barrel you looking in it
Room full of niggas, I figured you was the pussy in it
I was dead right, this is led life, raised on the block
I was trained to shoot at your head right
Hand in and left handed, 2 guns up, no one is left standing
And I caught a back but it’s like the next manning
Or true breeze, you motherfucker could you please
Come off the money, in a jews or get your food freeze
And ate later, I look forward to my 9’s like and 8 grader
Love is love, hate later
Cause I’m bizy doing ghost shit
Keep but an ...shit
When I step in the building, niggas often display of behavior that’s defensive
I ain’t interested in victims, I victimize the collective
If you look from my perspective, and hand in the situations
Eliminate every type of retaliation, despite your imagination
And light of being funny
I beat your bone broke with a bag full of money, what?
Derek ... mansions, many ferarri flavors,
With humans of property, on top of mountains is my neighbors
Until the fruit basket rappin ass niggas do disappear
I’m eating with reps from Michael Soft negotiating sheers
On a private plane palace drinking ...
I’m on a private plane style and getting washed up in the rear
By 2 twin Dominicans while our ... wrap up the throttle
And fuss a little bit about who gonn polish the nozzle
Burial, I’m on my everything I wear black shit
While I come and eat your food while my niggas gave me the clap shit
I’m on the gold paper chase till the day that I blow
My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty, ah
My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty, ah
I’m on the gold paper chase till the day that I blow
My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty, ah
My hands stay dirty cause I play dirty, ah.
