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the lacs - dirtbagz anthem كلمات الأغنية

[chorus]
where my dirtbags at? ([?] dirty south)
where my dirtbags at? (from the east to the west)
where my dirtbags at? (if you don’t give a f_ck put your hands up now)
where my dirtbags at? ([?] turn up)

[intro: uncle snap]
welcome ladies and gentleman to the best show under the big top
we want y’all to set back and enjoy
and if y’all get offended, we don’t give a sh_t

[verse 1: rooster]
where the h_ll my dirt bags at?
put your hands up god d_mn i ain’t shy
see i got a smart ass mouth when i rap ’cause them other boys ain’t gonna talk where i’m at
chevy automatic wheelie and the high res [?]
not a chicken put the liquor in the shot glass
kinda funny how i stick up when they get mad
this dirt rock and we dirt bags

[verse 2: uncle snap]
put your hands up b_tch i done failed to mention
got a couple dirt bags and i failed to list ’em
got a jar that’s large and it failed the system
got a case in the place and its called dementia
if y’all want it come and get it
y’all gon get that sonny listen [?]
here we stay down for my one percenters
merle legend this our business

[verse 3: [?]]
clay asked me if i could spit 8 bars
i said sure but i rap about scars
and i got more nation its gonna take a lot more
leave ’em laying in their p_ss on the vomit floor
drugs hurt more kids than the common core
keep ’em in line ima commodore
when them dirtbags pile through your lobby door
you ain’t never seen sh_t like this before
this year i’m rich, last year i was p_ss poor
just get up and go get it and i kick doors
get your ass out my way or i’ll kick yours
champions baby, crimson tide
this the brand new sh_t the old sh_t died
got a whole bunch of dirtbags down to ride
born and bred in the south and we live or die, ‘bama

[verse 4: ]
we some low down dirty boys
from the bottom making noise
rolling through your city past detroit
brown bourbon bought by the bottle just to fill the void
but i been through state lines
state line to make mine
tell the fake swine, the hate’s fine to break mine
it’ll take more than talking sh_t through the grape vine
you gon need a bigger shot gun to try to take mine
i tell you one thing that i’m not like
is yellow belly rappers in the spot light
[?] ford stoplight
lookin’ at these dudes like what you lose, c_ckeyed
so roll the blunt and blaze the marijuana
from georgia to nevada
we spittin’ just like a llama
no need for the melodrama
you can pull it on your mama
dirt rock motherf_cker we the new americana

[chorus]
where my dirtbags at? ([?])
where my dirtbags at? (from the east to the west)
where my dirtbags at? (if you don’t give a f_ck put your hands up now)
where my dirtbags at?([?])

[verse 5: ]
all them youtube views, you think you advancing (hah look at this b_tch)
he’s on stage dancing
guess it tickles the fancy
you just ain’t sh_t to me pansy
so keep tiptoeing round the fire
til you burned all your britches up and then y’all doomed
’cause you don’t really want war you just wanna talk tough, kim jung un
you can get rowdy bro and be the crowds hero
but when i touch the mic you on ground zero
you can suck a d_ck, bet you saw that coming right
cause you thought a glory hole was a peep hole (sissy b_tch)
i’m probably turning you on
i gotta be careful, all the sh_t that you blown
not just opportunities i mean the few mcs that you had to suck to get the f_ckers on your song (yeah)

[verse 6: ]
i ain’t playing with a mother f_cker, think its a game
i’m wild bill hick hop with a shot gun
30 eye [?] pop gun
its complex but your bout to catch a hot one
dirt bag, dirt bag, what does up do
you weren’t there from then its f_ck you
six feet deep in the dirt right above you
if you ain’t ridin’ deep when they talk they don’t love you
six shooter talked down with an abdomen
[?] like an african
better get ’em to the point like a javalin
tryna keep a seat warm in my absence
’cause i’m bad, b_tch a dirt bag
used to ride couch now i’m in first class
till you see the top and you wanna turn back
b_tch pallbearers and they ain’t really earned that
people call me hater, i know
i could do what you do, blindfold
playing like a side kick, tonto
til i get to kickin’ like a bronco
thinking its an end, like sopranos
but i’m about leave you on a high note
i do the same thing with my eyes closed
y’all wanna see a beast you will not know

[verse 7: ]
its the [?] grudge and i’m country
real recognize real and all them pretty women love me
[?] bought me a four_wheeler
i got a load of money but he’s not a drug dealer
i just touched right down
at the airport flying in and out of town
spend a lot of hours to establish my sound
and i ain’t copy cat sh_t so where the h_ll is my crown
i be countin’ up stacks in the tour bus with the lacs
straight got a body cabin and a hundred snap backs[?]
saying studio trap me knicknack patty wack
put a [?] on my vocal, mix it and run this sh_t back
[?] with the strap [?] rap
leds in the ditch, that’s a hater’s pay back
hundred thousand in the truck, thats a [?] maybach
[?]
when you see me in the streets just holler “dirtbags”

[chorus]
where my dirtbags at? ([?])
where my dirtbags at? (from the east to the west)
where my dirtbags at? (if you don’t give a f_ck put your hands up now)
where my dirtbags at? ([?])

- the lacs

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