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Song: | Dirty White Speaks Make Em Say Huh |
Album: | Renzel Remixes | Genres: | |
Year: | | Length: | 0 sec |
Lyricist: Rick Ross
Lyrics:
[Speaker 1] Let's start music for one second, I got this drop. I gotta drop from one of di realest nigga in Dade County. Some time ago, it was a week before I release my very first mixtape. My nigga made a prediction on the intro that I wish he was here, to see it come to pass. Write some Paradise, Street Legend, Dirty White. My nigga spoken words went like this:
[Speaker 2] Hold up man, cuz you know am trippin'. I need my stank when two eye Boy. Boy y'all know who dis here? Boy dis Dirty White boy. One a di realest niggas in Dade County. Dis Rick Ross shit here. Port of Miami next year! Y'all fuck niggas better be ready for it boy. Cuz dis shit won
[Verse 1] Black market, huh, Fleecy Murder, imma make them sell Alright P soldiers, Black market, huh, Fleecy Murder Black market, huh, Fleecy Murder Black market, huh, Fleecy Murder, imma make them sell Alright P soldiers Follow procedure, pray I don't have a seizure Took a nigga life like a shot of Tequila Follow procedure, pray I don't have a seizure Took a nigga life like a shot of Tequila Follow procedure, pray I don't have a seizure Took a nigga life like a shot of Tequila Follow the leader, no cover my back I went over your head, never leaving no tracks Renegotiated, heavy they cover my tax Stack a couple bodies, the shit in the trap I holla dey hoes, I spoke and dey puff L.A Reid they one who still trying to touch me Invest in the staff, maybe payoff they tabs Cross me, somebody tell them you nigga be careful Fuck a hoe, gushes coming at your jugular , never heard of meet cutting yuh tummy tuck Another tap, another day homie, stay off the phone I know the feb told me I think I need another Percocet Cross the county line, an boy, quit the murder shit Black Camaro, wanna dem sixes always spinning So dey [?] where these young niggas Killing but they call it living Palm trees at the trap nigga, Am Master P with a pack nigga C-Murder for a stack nigga, And I ain't even have to rap nigga
[Outro] (Made back music) That’s the end (Say huh, huh) (Na na nana, na na nana) (Nigga say huh, huh) (Na na nana, na na nana) (Nigga say huh) Yeah
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