Cico P - Dirty lyrics

[Cico P - Dirty lyrics]

(Twysted Genius, baby)
(Al Geno on the track)

Dirty young nigga out them
Slums done got famous
Fuck the dirty cops out my hood
They can't tame us
Don't know what you heard about
I didn't do it, they try to blame us
Oh, they split lil' buddy cap like a banana
I don't blame 'em
I don't drink no soda 'less
It's a dirty Fanta, pour that pint up
Shooters hit your block
They gon' spank somethin'
That don't make no damn
Sense, what happened
Nigga? They left you stanked up
Try to play the big dog like no puppy, nigga
I got my rank up

I been gettin' to the bands
I been boolin' it
And your lil' ho a fan, she be choosin' it
Better not get it twisted, nigga, on my mama
I'll really spank you
Dissin' on the 'net 'til he get touched
Then watch how they frame us
Said they gang gang, bitch
I never heard of 'em
Better not play with the turtle
Might burn one
Need to put down the cup, this the third one
Gotta buy you a couple, can't serve one
Can't finesse a nigga with gorillas
Just watch how I send 'em
They can't get to you, they
Gon' get your partner
Promise they gon' get him
Said he got sticks, better keep 'em with him
Hollow tips, 223s put him in a 'spital

Dirty young nigga out them
Slums done got famous
Fuck the dirty cops out my hood
They can't tame us
Don't know what you heard about
I didn't do it, they try to blame us
Oh, they split lil' buddy cap like a banana
I don't blame 'em
I don't drink no soda 'less
It's a dirty Fanta, pour that pint up
Shooters hit your block
They gon' spank somethin'
That don't make no damn
Sense, what happened
Nigga? They left you stanked up
Try to play the big dog like no puppy, nigga
I got my rank up

Young Crip nigga out the hood
I got my rank up mom did what she could, so
We robbed and jugged, i had to take stuff
I went to jail and took some L's
Caught my blessings 'cause I'm thankful
Playin' with them bales, send
It through the mail, i got my bank up
AP watch, no Jacob
Model bitch give face like makeup
She saddity, got her titties
Double-D her from them A cups
Work that work just like a tricep
Made millions off the mic deal
Oakland baby, trappin' KK every day
They just like Mike Epps

Dirty young nigga out them
Slums done got famous
Fuck the dirty cops out my hood
They can't tame us
Don't know what you heard about
I didn't do it, they try to blame us
Oh, they split lil' buddy cap like a banana
I don't blame 'em
I don't drink no soda 'less
It's a dirty Fanta, pour that pint up
Shooters hit your block
They gon' spank somethin'
That don't make no damn
Sense, what happened
Nigga? They left you stanked up
Try to play the big dog like no puppy, nigga
I got my rank up

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