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Dirt Off Your Shoulder (Freestyle)

 

Dirt Off Your Shoulder (Freestyle)


Uh, Uh, Street Family, uh-uh-uhhh

If you feelin like a gangsta go on let ya burner off
Don't need a gang a niggas go on let ya burner off
I'm gettin money baby please don't think I'm turnin soft

Push...your...head...off ya shoulders

I come in town whippin a 8th
Like you don't see the half passed 5 comin round zippin thru 8th
But you don't wanna see me comin round grippin the 8th
Leg shots'll have you comin down skippin like grades
But I ain't catch ya at da rucka
My Von Dutch Dickie's suit is matchin with the chuckas and the patches on the trucka
I snatch out on you fuckas
Somebody bet get on the phone with the EMS dispatchin for you suckas
I'm cleaner than a whistle
The right side of my jeans is leaning from the pistol
Meaning it's official
I pick 'em like Sam Rothstein
I'm the one who showed these dirt bombs how to get the grams off clean
I'ma hear ya if ya whispering too funny
And every time ya see me a nigga gon' be crisper than new money
Listen ya thru dunny
If you was getting paid to fuck wit chickens you prolly have Mr. Magoo's money
But ya not, ya prolly daydreaming bout how much I got
Spending ya dough on a trick who won't let you touch her twat
I'm Hefner in the hood I stay with a robe on
Flooded Jacob watch, Street Family globe on
I got these hoes on me like grass on dirt
So don't bring ya girl around like her ass won't flirt
You seen how she disappear from the last concert
I learned from Clinton so now I don't blast on shirts
Ya must be thinking that my ass won't squirt
And walkin around with ya motherfucking neck, in a cast don't hurt
Ya bum ass blow ya last on dirt
And ya wardrobe is full of hand-me-down jeans and passed on shirts
That guy jewels seem duller
Plus I'm steppin thru in a pair Jordan's in his high school team color
Get more than the facts straight
Now I'm riding thru got mines in the front get yours on the back plate, nigga!

If you feel like a gangsta go on let ya burner off
Don't need a gang a niggas go on let ya burner off
I'm gettin money baby please don't think I'm turning soft

I...push...your...head...off ya shoulders [5x]

Fat shout my nigga young Hov I see ya baby

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