Dirty Laundry Lyrics

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Dirty laundry, got me hanging from a clothes line

Clean nuts, ready for a game or two of show you mine

Run it through the wash after ball games (that's a strike)

Stains keep me honest love a little mess time to time

Your moms house

That's where I'm keeping mine

Playing with the pussy, like I'm just tryna squeeze between the lines

Intercontinental hoe, she treats from my head to toe

Freaky with the games she plays, the laundry's off before you know

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Dirty Laundry

Dirty Laundry

I Can't help what's in my head I'm getting flirty

Can't help what's in my head I'm getting dirty

Can't help what's in my head I'm getting flirty

Yah, Yah, Yah

Two full loads and the machines still running

Dirty little hoe got me rolling like it's funny

Tight like a joint

Take a hit from both ends

Bubbles got me bouncing, the backboard her friends

Triple double dribbling, taking point like Westbrook

Open to the middle, take a page out your book

Thunder in her thighs

so wet I'm wearing waders

Move cross the country

just call me, home invaders

Okie out in Cali got a whole new world of girls that love

To call me daddy pop and addy for I roll

It never really rains but I'm swimming for the gold

Lakers getting jealous of the players I control

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Dirty Laundry

Dirty Laundry

I Can't help what's in my head I'm getting flirty

Can't help what's in my head I'm getting dirty

Can't help what's in my head I'm getting flirty

Yah, Yah, Yah

I can't help what's inside of my head

But I can give out this daily bread

I'm respectful with the pussy, I don't want it to hurt

Her body is a temple, take a bitch out to church

I can't help what's inside of my head

But I can give out this daily bread

I'm respectful with the pussy, I don't want it to hurt

Her body is a temple, take a bitch out to church

I can't help what's inside of my head

But I can give out this daily bread

Respectful with the pussy, I don't want this shit to hurt

Her body is a temple, take a bitch out to church