Grimy

CHORUS
You’re just a carbon copy
And all you do is watch me
So why don’t you get off me, you got me?
(Repeat)

[Verse 1]
Why they wanna go and break they neck?
They ain’t never seen a girl rap like this?
I be running laps in my five-inch heels
I’m a track star and I’m dressed to kill (wow)
Stiletto in the Club over here, from the Yay to the BK, thuggin’ over here
Love it how a sista get it poppin’ over here and it…
Don’t stop the chopper over here (woop woop)
Why the bourgeoisie wanna slum it now?
‘Cause they bumpin’ Lil’ Wayne in the Hummer now?
Figured out a couple ‘hood words and they runnin’ now
Everything you hear from EyeASage 100 now
Double R, hit ‘em with a DexBeat
Turn the music up, tell ‘em I got next, D
So good with a gutta ass melody
Tastes good, don’t you wish you had the recipe?

[Repeat Chorus]

[Bridge]
Real thugs get down on the floor
Put ya fist up, can’t stand no more
Bust ya guns up in the sky (oh no)
Rock it don’t stop, ’til ya can’t no more
(Repeat)

[Verse 2]
We ain’t boughetto we mellow around you rich fellows
Save ya winin’ and dinin’ and spare ya rose petals
Levi’s with a cuff and a crease, middle fingers up, say “Fuck the Police”
Can’t stand when brother rap softer than me
Rock the Ed Hardy tryna holler at me
Need a roughneck, gotta have a roughneck
Not a bighead dummy with a fat check
We ain’t sellin’ what ya money can’t buy
So you better not try, ‘cause I already got this
You ain’t gotta throw game on me
Put it on thick, put ya slang on me
I’ma check ya background, if you’re so grimy
Then ya gotta know the boys in the ‘hood ‘round me

[Repeat Chorus]
Left side (work it out), right side (work it out)
The front (work it out), the back (work it out)
(Repeat)