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Paroles de la chanson Dirt McGerk par Kodak Black

[Kodak Black]
Smokin' on Dirt McGerk, it's easy
Yeah, diamonds

[Kodak Black]
I'ma go and change the speed, I'ma cocaine and weed
Smokin' on Dirt McGerk, sippin' on syrup with Kirk
See, I'm on the lows and highs, I don't peel my nose, I'm lyin'
I steal all my kidneys and P's, I just be gettin' my B's
I'm hangin' with Ol' B's and Cease, them crackers done gave me the keys
I got a few mill' on these, my nigga, he kill with ease

You run up, you gon' get blast, I'm movin' on slowed and fast
That mean I'm on downs and ups, yeah, nigga, I'm sour as fuck
I don't even wash my cup, I just keep feelin' myself
I just be feelin' myself, I've just been feelin' myself

[EST Gee & Lil Crix]
Yeah, and I love all my shiners to death
I'm forever, off baddies and next
It's the water boy, out and exec'
Get a lil' one, I'm payin' off the chef
It's essential when cookin' this meth
With no mention, shit, fuck with my breath
Had me put all my demons to rest
He was dry, he ain't had to get wet

Do the same if you wanna get drenched
I'm so quick with this, feelin' like a fish
I'm so quick with this, fiend off my hip
Pop a ten, she ain't fuck on me quick
Break her heart, then she love me again
And you love me, bitch, carry these bricks
I ain't trickin', my junkie'll kiss
Had me bringin' some more cups to this (What I said?)

[Lil Crix]
Servin' niggas exotic, the rocks is
Got me losin' the count of these bodies
Big bro gave me piece of the meth
I hear voices, I'm talkin' to death
Run up on me, I'm leavin' you stretched
I done made it out, breakin' a sweat
Lil D, Fetty, Quan, Jeezy, with who I'm smokin' on that

Me and Taz really Kobe a shot
And LeBron, free-throw on a yacht
I send the text, then he turned around
Then I left that boy on his back
Up and from, I was pretty and black
Baking soda, won't stitch to the crack
Try run, get shot in the hip
Good jammin', get beat with the clip
I'm in this grass, we are not cybered
I post it like I'm on the trip
I served fentanyl in a Doritos bag
Police thought I gave him chips
I've been textin' a junkie like he my friend
Sell me a bottle of 'scrips
Guns and drugs, free Polo and Pooh
But crackers ain't catchin' this whip
Yeah, I put the bands and cruise (Yeah)
Nigga, you snooze, you lose (Yeah)

That nigga ain't see, green my shit
'Til I pull his ass under my shoes
All my opps playin' soft, but difference is
They dyin', I don't care what they choose (I don't care)
'Cause the business killed that boy
He really put shit on the news, on God

[EST Gee]
If you flowin', lil' buddy, I'm siren
Got these five rings, got nothin' in common
Movin' in silence, slidin', ???, shiners
Vultures, gremlins, goblins
Please don't bother me, how I'm vibin'?
It's a feelin', it's hard to describe it
Mixin' six with the rockets, just pop it
I'm doin' no back and forth, Uber and holler
Put some database, homage just died it

It was local, I treat it colossal
I accomplished the mission impossible
Understand that most artists impostors
Well, I guess Geeski just ain't no artist
Got the snakes, they live down to my gardens
Got me fed up with necklaces and stardom
They was thirsty, I brought 'em some water

[Kodak Black]
Put the syrup on the black, so I don't burn like that
Air it out if I call, pop, every hat I catch, splat
Droptop Maybach, me and soda go way back
Was strapped like dum-dum bullets, big blue tips got mushrooms in it
I put a kid in a coupe, I'm stickin', I'm feelin', you feelin' me too

I left the bitch on her own, when I walked in, I caught her stealin' the booth
Jigga man, Jigga man, ooh, I learned on the curve, can't get into school
Put it in, stick it in, ooh, then roll it, roll, I'm rollin' on
Trap house jumpin', I make a hundred more at the corner store
Don't even touch him, bring him right to me, I'm finna cut his throat
I've just been doin' my thug, tatted up, my foot in the slums
I ain't worried 'bout gettin' no love, true story, I'm mixin' my drugs
I'm a junkie, I tried everythin', all this money, just buyin' anythin'
E Murda just gave me an E, these murders been boostin' my need

I go zoot on Rihanna with G, I put boo up and all that I eat
I've been livin' off noodles and molly's, I keep losin' the count of these bodies

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