D1RTY ROOM ft. Krunch Lyrics

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