Dirty Mindset Lyrics

Get your mouth shut, I'm about to act like a dentist.

Remove teeth that are liars I'm relentless.

People tryna talk 'round my back, they're a menace.

Even trolls know their lines, where you headed?

Stop cappin' shit on my lines, they're infested.

I don't like it when I'm rapping and it's jested.

If you tryna play, play it hard, or you messed then.

Fuck this shit, I'm just Tryna' play with y'all mehn!

Hold your breath, smoke your Leans, get in touch, I'm a genie.

Grant you wish, like it's death, you a weenie man.

I'm a candle, blow me easy, on my cock, feels so juicy.

Doesn't matter what you think, I'm a 'lil boozey.

Drunk in blood, not in love, mind your biz, I'm not goofy.

I could play with a smile, while I'm douching bodies.

I'm on drugs, with this song, with my name, hauling bodies.

Call the cops, 'cause I'm missing all these counting bodies.

People tryna' hate but it's futile when I'm tryna play.

Play it hard, with no heart. Well, it's in a safe.

In a locker, with the key, far, far into space.

What'd you think? I'm a chaos, with no family traits.

Fight through mind, get in line, several horny thoughts when I'm....

Thinkin' 'bout how to grab that bouncing ass.

Drag the pants, slap that ass, hold the boobs, oh my God!

I keep thinking 'bout that business when I'm suddenly high.

Suddenly feelin' drunk, some'n definitely wrong.

On my buns, on my lonely groins, near my balls, I could feel the urge.

I could definitely cum, from the sight that I oversaw.

Yeah, the body's curvey and I'm overjoyed.

Pumped through the air, veins started to pop.

Eyes surged on the boobs, like i'm traumatized on the spot.

Yet, she's slightly turned.

What to do? Outta clue. Certainly on the loose.

Yeah, my dick's overjoyed, and I'm certainly short on the fuse.

Went to the kitchen, grabbed the cup, took the juice, poured it in.

Took a sip, sat right in, talkin' 'bout the girl in my crib.

Suddenly she's in. I'ma dig right in. Viagra's in the cup, if you guessing what I did.

Back to the top, yeah she's in. On my body feeling horny.

Grab her hair, bend her down, hold her pants, slap it in.

Oh my gosh! She's feeling hot. I'm definitely close. Cum right in. Cut it short, i got the girl, and she's dripping clean, I don't need a baby, I just wanna...

Stop the Fucks, watch your runs, Not your turn.

Get in line, I'ma give you turns when you tryna' make me cum.

Yeah, the baby's kickin' from the joy that It had in touch.

I'm definitely dead, 'cause her dad's a cop and I fucked her hard.

Not my fault, not hers too, just so horny, had to play it through.

What'd you want? What you tryna' fuckin' do? Cut my dick? But she liked it too.

Have a look, she got a naughty look when she squirting in her pants, i'm just rarely good.

What'd you mean by 'too'?

What'd you mean by 'too'?

Fucked your daughter and the mama too.

Said your weenie short, so they wanted something good.

Some'n good. 'prolly on my skin, as we stick like glue.

Fondle on the tits, like a pretty boo.

Yeah, that's me. Pretty face, and a pervert look.

6ft tall, and the other's pretty long too.

Talkin' 'bout my finger, as I lay and put it through.

In that space near her legs and she whimpers too.

(Ayy)

Get in touch, feelings no remorse.

I'ma crush every several niggas with my Porsche, and clean their corpse.

I'm through with these chicks tryna' haul my calls.

Every fuckin' turn got their eyes on me, like I stole their balls.

Pretty funny, how I came now I'm rolling bodies.

People's soul trapped like a curse from a witches' diary.

Bibidibabidibo, feelings grouched like I'm Cinderelle

Abrafuckingdabra, I'm a mage, in a humans' body.

Hold your breath, smoke your Leans, get in touch, I'm a genie.

Grant you wish, like it's death, you a weenie man.

I'm a candle, blow me easy, on my cock, feels so juicy.

Doesn't matter what you think, I'm a 'lil boozey.

Drunk in blood, not in love, mind your biz, I'm not goofy.

I could play with a smile, while I'm douching bodies.

I'm on drugs, with this song, with my name, hauling bodies.

Call the cops, 'cause I'm missing all these counting bodies.

People tryna' hate but it's futile when I'm tryna play.

Play it hard, with no heart. Well, it's in a safe.

In a locker, with the key, far, far into space.

What'd you think? I'm a chaos, with no family traits.

Fight through mind, get in line, several horny thoughts when I'm....

Thinkin' 'bout how to grab that bouncing ass.

Drag the pants, slap that ass, hold the boobs, oh my God!

I keep thinking 'bout that business when I'm suddenly high.