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Young Roddy - Dirty Money Hot Nigga Freestyle Lyrics

Dirty Money (Hot Nigga Freestyle) Song Lyrics
Dirty Money (Hot Nigga Freestyle) by Young Roddy (Intro)
Look, nigga, for the record, I don't give a f**k, b**ch

(Verse)
Thrill nigga, all I eva feared was the FEDs
I don't own no pussy if it don't come with the head
That OG keep em young boys in a daze
They'll shoot ya in yo head, leave yo ass fo dead
They betta stay in they lane, no-one can loud with me
And free my nigga Lil D, he cooked em pies fo me
Shout out to my bruda Buck, he a-ride fo me
And got a hood b**ch who take the stand, she allowed fo me
And they finally bout to free my nigga Tobe
He been gone for some summers, sh*t, and I ain't even frontin'
And all he eva wanted was a pocket full of money
And a b**ch who got a fat ass who down to meet his saucer
Man, the sh*t get ugly in the gutter
Where killas totin' them choppas
And em niggas sellin' bundles
My homie barely seen his father, he been workin' double
Chasin' after em b**ches, that's a cold muthaf**ka
And I'm just tryna stay safe and stay humble
Why came in this nigga money they can knock a nigga hustle
I always spoke my mind, I ain't neva wore no Muslim
And even that b**ch Katrina couldn't wash away my trouble
But I'm just tryna ball like the ?
Again, f**k that, I'm tryna ball like I'm Russell
A buck fifty soakin' flex ill, soakin' my muscle
Gettin' payed, my money talkin', that's word to Christ Tucker
I buy a whole pound and let it burn like Usher
Break down a whole brick, bag it up and straight pump it
My girl call my money, that's some plurr sh*t fo ya
I toss a few hunids to my dojo(?) that's my runner
Shawty a true rubble, he will shoot yo ass in public
Payed a low price to free him, gave a f**k about no karma
Ain't neva had no job, he ain't neva had no diploma
Unless ya talkin' the block, he made some money on the corner
He had the hood on fire, he a hot boy
And I ain't nothin' like them rappers who be lyin', boy
My nigga Pleg hot a plug on em Glocks, boy
You a f**k boi, then stay the f**k above my block, boi
Clockin', boi, had the traffic comin' non-stop, boi
Trappin', boi, get in my trap, get with straight fly, boi
Free my dawg Hempa, ain't seen him in a long time, boi
Damn, dawg, the street sh*t that made me a man, dawg
Remember getting jumped, I held my ground
Still ain't ran, dawg, damn, dawg
Gunshots ringin' another man down
Pimp sh*t, talk a b**ch straight out of her pants round
(Plus, the niggas ain't get no pussy, nigga)
Fly sh*t, plane, nigga, neva on that bum sh*t
She ain't tryna f**k, then get the f**k up out my trunk, b**ch
Hood nigga, for the record, I don't give a f**k, b**ch
Whole hood, we sum' hot niggas
My nigga Milly mail, we sum' hot niggas
My cuz Mack Moll, we sum' hot niggas
My brotha Snitch Gula, we sum' hot niggas
My nigga T-Stone, we sum' hot niggas
My nigga Supa Stan, we sum' hot niggas
My cuz Lil Chris, we sum' hot niggas
On that 34 sh*t, we sum' hot niggas
Fly sh*t, plane, nigga, neva on that bum sh*t
She ain't tryna f**k, then get the f**k up out my trunk, b**ch
Hood nigga, for the record, I don't give a f**k, b**ch
Whole hood, we sum' hot niggas