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pro dillinger & machacha - filthy hands كلمات الأغنية

[intro: big trip]
big umbrella sh_t, n_gga
pro, what up?
look, muah!

[verse 1: big trip]
we did it and seen darker days
told my lady “roll some j’s, burn some sage, load the gauge”
we just tryna catch our wave, dodge our grave
f_cks some fay, let’s get paid
laid up on a beach, umbrella’s is all in our drinks
these cobanas only sign a shay
sun raise at the vacay, transitions in my cartiers
stone_face, go to war, finna steal cage
let the team mate everything, man i feel like i’m raymond james
standin’ steady on my stance and i won’t change
dirty_dirty dancin’ out my lab, it’s a cold game
givin’ fiends sixteens in this cold game
audio cocaine, i hold vain
i need that fourty_two presi
wrist in the oval
catch me on my dolo
i ain’t really social, but i wish a n_gga would like some 55 oak wood
that’s detroit sh_t
big hammers, we just don’t point sh_t
i’m surgical with this b_tch, jake office ahoy sh_t
but f_ck 12, grab a umbrella lookin’ at upscale
buyin’ low and sellin’ high, this a upsale
[chorus: pro dillinger & big trip]
i’m filthy with a grip (muah!)
scummy ’til i’m dead, but it’s filthy in this b_tch
i been movin’ foul, w_lly_nilly with a stick
my n_ggas caught another one, we guilty in this b_tch
we guilty in this b_tch
i’m filthy with a grip (uh)
scummy ’til i’m dead, but it’s filthy in this b_tch (big 1 9 sh_t, n_gga)
i been movin’ foul, w_lly_nilly with a stick (big umbrella sh_t)
my n_ggas caught another one (will gate ’em), we guilty in this b_tch (yo)
we guilty in this b_tch

[verse 2: pro dillinger]
yo
i get filthy with the bag (bag)
make it disappear, i’m getting tricky with the bag (tricks)
get the hoes wet, i’m pretty ricky with the bag (wack)
situations happen, sh_t get sticky for the bag
i’m sellin’ fiftys from the bag
i’m rap and f_ck ’em all
never gave a sh_t, my n_ggas duckin’ from the law, i put my trust aside the lord
keep my loved ones close, all my n_ggas signin’ off
i been signin’ contracts, see you n_ggas dyin’ off
big umbrella sh_t forever, n_ggas duckin’ from the rain
all my brothers put in work, you n_ggas duckin’ from the pain
you could shoot or make a pass, it ain’t no frontin’ for the game
you could play or hit the bench, it ain’t no duckin’ from the game
’22 it gave me lessons, but it had to be the year
takin’ losses on a humble, plate my sanity for years
took a look at who i must, broke my vanity in meres
i was drunk and letting go, but sh_t, it had to be the beers
[chorus: pro dillinger]
i’m filthy with a grip
scummy ’til i’m dead, but it’s filthy in this b_tch
i been movin’ foul, w_lly_nilly with a stick
my n_ggas caught another one, we guilty in this b_tch
we guilty in this b_tch
i’m filthy with a grip
scummy ’til i’m dead, but it’s filthy in this b_tch
i been movin’ foul, w_lly_nilly with a stick
my n_ggas caught another one we guilty in this b_tch
we guilty in this b_tch

[outro]
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- pro dillinger machacha

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