paroles de chanson D1RTY ROOM - Abstract , Krunch

You at the circus this dirty room
Yes I am certain we never heard of you
Yes I'm lurking put the hurting on you
Birkin on her arm right side the coup

Oops scoob he made the news
Inspector gadget can't find clues
Make his feet tap like he listen to blues
Shake em down run his pockets give me them shoes
Me and Meghan Markle eat 5 star Michelin cuisine
The closest you've been to royalty is queens
I live your dreams
They should've never gave me the right to free speech
I'm to Irish spring green clean
2 girls 1 me I'm in between
Their twin schemes
Two and a half men
Womanizer I'm sheen
I got the glasses
Do it for masses
Toast up
Cup
Toot it up
But if he start acting crazy in here then imma shoot it up
You suck
You stink
Sip my drink
You just a summer fling
Nothing to me
Spit the bars disgustingly
Sorry imma playboy
You said you wanted to play boy
Then aye boy you bessa come clean up this room
Them girls can wait
Chop his body up in pieces
Mail em too his nieces
Air Force one you know it no creases
She was freaky deeky told her she need Jesus
Told her my brother got shot so I can dip man imma genius
Wagon with the Forgiato's
Semi automatic
Bless em wit if there's static
Cuz they moving ketamine, methamphetamine
Tek, the beam in my waist line string
They can't see me because I'm creeping
Down the block cock it back click clack cling
And I'm ready to let the chopper sing
Bye birdie now the court has nobody to sing

You at the circus this dirty room
Yes I am certain we never heard of you
Yes I'm lurking put the hurting on you
Birkin' on her arm right side the coup

Crushing y'all niggas cuz got the power
I'm cooking up heat yeah that's hour to hour
I'm spending these racks and I don't give a fuck
I call ur girl up to come give me the suck
I be stupid with this flow this shit is so nuts
Pockets fat as shit bitch I got bucks
Y'all niggas hating but y'all are just cucks
You wanna fuck with me huh? Good luck

That drip on me
That sauce on me
Oh that's ur girl
She on my meat
You gotta problem
Then we can meet
I'll smack you up until you is deceased

Hol up wait a minute that shit filthy
Krunch on the beat I know that he just blessed thee
I don't want one Shawdy I want her bestie
Played a lot of hoes, I see why you don't trust me
That's a bad bitch take her make up off she dusty
Yeah she look good flip her inside out she crusty
That's a tragic case
That's a sad case
Runnin' to the bag
Like Its chase bank
You's a disgrace
GTA robbin' the bank
10 shots to yo head that's insane
There's go your brains
That's a crater in your cranium
Bitch I am ill been hanging around uranium
That's a silly watch I pull up on the block
And then I find yo girl and gave her silly cock
Not from New York
I don't milky rock
But I take a milly shots straight at the ops