Tekst:
The Ropes I Don T Like To Get Dirty

I don't like to get dirty And I don't want a funeral 'Cause I don't like people looking at me And I don't want to get married 'Cause I don't want someone

Style of how the bitches treat a motherfuckin' fly nigga like you? I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one of them I don't trip on hos 'cause I don't

's in the mutha-fuckin' house Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror The paranoid, gots to get the boy Get your steel 'cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I

like throwing my hands up in the air I know I can count on you Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord I just don't care" But you've got the love I need to

explain that this won't happen often But I'm lost and I'm amazed, I'm be willing ingaige I'll rage that niggaz think that dirty don't need a cage I should

I could rock her But I can't fuck no-head doctor Bitches don't know that's Too $hort's tip You might get geed if you don't suck dick But I'm so fresh

me now I feel like you can't stop me now, they love my voice Of course, full-force, I done made it now [Yo Gotti] I feel like you can't stop me now I

Brooklyn I know, I know, I know, I know Queens I know, I know, I know, I know Shaolin I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know

I cast 'em and I past 'em, get a tight grip and I grasp 'em I flash 'em and out last 'em And if ain't good then I trash 'em While you stash 'em, I'll