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Dutty Laundry

 

Dutty Laundry

(album: Virtuoso - 2023)


When we slap the color, ain't no fraud, but we're in ends
Hot box exotic now we're fried in the Benz

Quarter million, my bitch want neck-a-lace's
When we hit the store, we ball get crossed like Saint Francis
I tune out the city when I hot box exotic
Everything upgraded, I got fuel pumped by Holly
My SS robotic, move like Wall-E
How I leave the exit far away from where I be
You know, I don't even start no colony, no mommy
I'm in Gucci like a mixtape, no dutty laundry

Launched off the block in sedan raunchy
I just got the seats redid peach look like lunch meat
I got sand sandals cuffs on at the beach, know something block me
I got sand sandals cuffs on at the beach, know something block me
You know, ain't no double what?
ARP, you said watch me, what?
I'm all energy, just like Sage
When I hit the break, I do nine to five, just like a wage
Let me make this clear, five percent tint, that not clear
Bitch wanna ride my private like Frontier
When I pour the lean inside my cup, it disappear
I make the scope spot on like a freckle
When I made a right in the Hellcat, I'm about to let go

Cherry Range Rover, I pull up picky
When she lick me, I pull up, I show up just like Hickey
In that Tesla truck, I do many miles, just like Mickey
Backwood loud, now, you in form, just like Dickies
I rode Backwood, bitch, like ATV
We slap, call out, we ain't do no fraud, but we in Benz
We hot box exotic, now we fried in a Benz
$1,500 frames, non-prescripted lens

Quarter million, my bitch want neck-a-laces
When we hit the store, we ball get crossed like Saint Francis
I tune out the city when I hot box exotic
Everything upgraded, I got fuel pumped by Holly
My SS robotic, move like Wall-E
How I leave the exit far away from where I be
You know, I don't even start no colony, no mommy
I'm in Gucci like a mixtape, no dutty laundry

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