Dirty wassup nigga
Roll da f*ck my nigga
East coast Mikey my nigga
Yea
I be charged up
Plugged in hold the bars hard as f*ck
Top shelf indoor burnnin
Cigar large as f*ck
Blowin big gas in all the cars and the trucks
The heater on tuck
And weak ass niggas is hard to trust
No love no kick it
Pardon my back
Pardon us
All that fictitious
Flow ass topic
We don't discuss
Look I did myself a favor
Bitch I stays out da loop
Less you got a couple pigeons
I be clapping at the coup like
Tyson on da roof
Dat aint a punch line
See me I like da bare face
But dog these nigga one time
I remember this one time
I caught a nigga slippin
Duct tape the bottom of da timbalands
Kicked da door no print
Swinging the racket like Wimbledon
Face down wit a brick
His bitch was scared
She delivered him
Whole time they wired for sound
The f*ckin agents was listenin
Damn
This the day in age we Livin in
They was setting niggas up
Wit the same work the police was givin them
Snitch culture
Who raised you niggas
Who the f*ck raised you niggas
Who raised you niggas
Who the f*ck raised you niggas
If it ain't about a bag
Put it in a body bag
If it ain't about a bag
Put it in a body bag
If it ain't about a bag
Put it in a body bag
If it ain't about a bag
Put it in a body bag
Large Livin
I'm all for it
Virginia villains
F*ck a Tom Ford
Fly as a concord
More or less
Its always more
More smoke for me
Matter fact
Thats the only time
I don't mind smoking for free
Free my real niggas out da jam
The suckas jelly
Step outta position
Ima lay that friction on ya heavy
Hell or high water
F*ck that shit if it ain't from Tidewater
Cold heart
Pump my veins full of ice water
I remember nights
When the pain would make my eyes water
Standin at the stove
Faithful student of the grind culture
Shit
I raised them wolves
Bitch I design vultures
Called plays
Watched gangstas fold a thousand times over
Who to blame
Temperature get to flarin
That ruger rain
Them niggas show love
I show love back
Thats a bomerang
Kool and the Gang
Been off the porch
You new to the game
Nigga move wrong
Your chains abducted
Two in your frame
F*ck
Who raised you niggas
DJ Dirty Di - Who Raised You (feat. Sic Mic) Lyrics
DJ Dirty Di - Who Raised You (feat. Sic Mic) Lyrics
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English
Dirty wassup nigga
Roll da f*ck my nigga
East coast Mikey my nigga
Yea
I be charged up
Plugged in hold the bars hard as f*ck
Top shelf indoor burnnin
Cigar large as f*ck
Blowin big gas in all the cars and the trucks
The heater on tuck
And weak ass niggas is hard to trust
No love no kick it
Pardon my back
Pardon us
All that fictitious
Flow ass topic
We don't discuss
Look I did myself a favor
Bitch I stays out da loop
Less you got a couple pigeons
I be clapping at the coup like
Tyson on da roof
Dat aint a punch line
See me I like da bare face
But dog these nigga one time
I remember this one time
I caught a nigga slippin
Duct tape the bottom of da timbalands
Kicked da door no print
Swinging the racket like Wimbledon
Face down wit a brick
His bitch was scared
She delivered him
Whole time they wired for sound
The f*ckin agents was listenin
Damn
This the day in age we Livin in
They was setting niggas up
Wit the same work the police was givin them
Snitch culture
Who raised you niggas
Who the f*ck raised you niggas
Who raised you niggas
Who the f*ck raised you niggas
If it ain't about a bag
Put it in a body bag
If it ain't about a bag
Put it in a body bag
If it ain't about a bag
Put it in a body bag
If it ain't about a bag
Put it in a body bag
Large Livin
I'm all for it
Virginia villains
F*ck a Tom Ford
Fly as a concord
More or less
Its always more
More smoke for me
Matter fact
Thats the only time
I don't mind smoking for free
Free my real niggas out da jam
The suckas jelly
Step outta position
Ima lay that friction on ya heavy
Hell or high water
F*ck that shit if it ain't from Tidewater
Cold heart
Pump my veins full of ice water
I remember nights
When the pain would make my eyes water
Standin at the stove
Faithful student of the grind culture
Shit
I raised them wolves
Bitch I design vultures
Called plays
Watched gangstas fold a thousand times over
Who to blame
Temperature get to flarin
That ruger rain
Them niggas show love
I show love back
Thats a bomerang
Kool and the Gang
Been off the porch
You new to the game
Nigga move wrong
Your chains abducted
Two in your frame
F*ck
Who raised you niggas
Roll da f*ck my nigga
East coast Mikey my nigga
Yea
I be charged up
Plugged in hold the bars hard as f*ck
Top shelf indoor burnnin
Cigar large as f*ck
Blowin big gas in all the cars and the trucks
The heater on tuck
And weak ass niggas is hard to trust
No love no kick it
Pardon my back
Pardon us
All that fictitious
Flow ass topic
We don't discuss
Look I did myself a favor
Bitch I stays out da loop
Less you got a couple pigeons
I be clapping at the coup like
Tyson on da roof
Dat aint a punch line
See me I like da bare face
But dog these nigga one time
I remember this one time
I caught a nigga slippin
Duct tape the bottom of da timbalands
Kicked da door no print
Swinging the racket like Wimbledon
Face down wit a brick
His bitch was scared
She delivered him
Whole time they wired for sound
The f*ckin agents was listenin
Damn
This the day in age we Livin in
They was setting niggas up
Wit the same work the police was givin them
Snitch culture
Who raised you niggas
Who the f*ck raised you niggas
Who raised you niggas
Who the f*ck raised you niggas
If it ain't about a bag
Put it in a body bag
If it ain't about a bag
Put it in a body bag
If it ain't about a bag
Put it in a body bag
If it ain't about a bag
Put it in a body bag
Large Livin
I'm all for it
Virginia villains
F*ck a Tom Ford
Fly as a concord
More or less
Its always more
More smoke for me
Matter fact
Thats the only time
I don't mind smoking for free
Free my real niggas out da jam
The suckas jelly
Step outta position
Ima lay that friction on ya heavy
Hell or high water
F*ck that shit if it ain't from Tidewater
Cold heart
Pump my veins full of ice water
I remember nights
When the pain would make my eyes water
Standin at the stove
Faithful student of the grind culture
Shit
I raised them wolves
Bitch I design vultures
Called plays
Watched gangstas fold a thousand times over
Who to blame
Temperature get to flarin
That ruger rain
Them niggas show love
I show love back
Thats a bomerang
Kool and the Gang
Been off the porch
You new to the game
Nigga move wrong
Your chains abducted
Two in your frame
F*ck
Who raised you niggas
Writer: Diana Hawkes, Michael Diamond
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid