Dirty boys lick me

Description:And the south don't stop till my head explode Gotta keep it cold till my pockets swolle So if you don't know you'd better ask her though Big pimp quick to kick down your door I'ma say it again, like I said it before Chorus 4X When them Dirty Boys drop Better hit the floe [Hit the floe 3X ] Here we is boy, here we is boy [Mr. G Stacka] Now who be dropping them bombs They keeping you crunk by making you jump Off of every word that I spit out You know them boys from the slum They carry big pumps and ready to bomb Off everything that's in our way now Packing the heat, you stacking the cheese Ready to freak, each and every one of you woes Who running the Gump, man y'all already know Them Dirty Boys, they got a style so cold Continue to blow that killa smoke through my nose Emptying clips and busting holes through our foes Who that out there that's trying to steal our flow After this time, I bet you won't no more We left for a while, but now we back on your block Locking it down because we opened up shop You open your mouth and boy you bound to get popped We licking up shots because we leaving them cocked And every thug that I run with G's Smoked out keeping freak tricks on they knees Gotta sack of green wood so we called it trees Plus a thing of Thunderbird that's swerving me Now what y'all know bout Mr.

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