Dirt Bag - Lxl Corey

FBeat go crazy Blueface, baby Yeah' aight Back on my dirtbag On the gang FBeat producing all the heat Gang' gang I'm in front of the store with a paper bag' gang Gang, gang, gang' gang Ayy, ayy, ayy' ayy, ayy Ayy, I'm back on my dirtbag (Dirtbag) I'm back off that Henny in a brown bag Stick on me like a nigga with a bad back (On the gang) Up the 40, Bet it blow a nigga back back (On the gang, gang, gang, Gang) Ayy, I'm back off my dirtbag (Dirtbag) I'm back off that Henny in a brown bag Stick on me like a nigga with a bad back (On the gang) Up the 40, bet it blow a nigga back back (On the gang, Gang, gang) Ayy, I'm back on my dirtbag (Dirtbag) Four hundred foot up out the .40, make the pants sag Click, clack, let me have that (Let me hold that) Ayy ayy, nigga, back back, ayy Crack rock in my left sock I'm back putting money in my shoebox, ayy Glock make a nigga do the Southside (Southside) This bitch goin' la la bamba, ayy Make a left at the next right I'm back, pullin' up without the invite (Yeah, aight) Twenty-three on me like Mike If I up it, it's a wrap with no mic, ayy Fuck the mainstream I'm back on them gang streams On the gang On the gang, gang, gang, gang, ayy Ayy, I'm back on my dirtbag (Dirtbag) I'm back off that Henny in a brown bag Stick on me like a nigga with a bad back (On the gang) Up the 40, Bet it blow a nigga back back (On the gang, gang, gang, Gang) Ayy, I'm back off my dirtbag (Dirtbag) I'm back off that Henny in a brown bag Stick on me like a nigga with a bad back (On the gang) Up the 40, bet it blow a nigga back back (On the gang, Gang, gang) Ayy, 40 blow a nigga back back (Nigga back back) Leave a nigga deadbeat like a bad dad (Like a bad dad) Put a hole in his cap like a snapback (Ooh) No rap cap, I'm really gang gang (Ayy) Gotta keep a thang by my thang thang (No cap) How you gonna put it on the gang, You don't gangbang? (On the gang, gang, gang, gang) Now I'm offended If I up it, it's bussin' like a field trip, ayy Niggas naked like a hoochie (Hoochie) Big MAC, boy this bitch spittin' loogies (Spittin' loogies) I keep a dick for a Glock and a groupie (Two dicks), ayy (Ayy) You either get it or you just fucking gang Ayy, I'm back on my dirtbag (Dirtbag) I'm back off that Henny in a brown bag Stick on me, like a nigga with a bad back (On the gang) Up the 40, bet it blow a nigga back back Ayy, I'm back off my dirtbag (Dirtbag) I'm back off that henny in a brown bag Stick on me, like a nigga with a bad back (On the gang) Up the 40, bet it blow a nigga back back, ayy

It's market day when They bring the flood Faster than our feet can run Swarm of angels from above All is broken, still they come And round the oak tree Air is shaking Children sleep under the sun And we go down to the river to pray Pray for magic and another day But it's low now, it's like we're fading away Into the dirt of memory Along the Silk Road the fires burn Where the seats of learning stood And handsome couples would take a turn Through the wealthy neighbourhood Oh, roll the stone or move the mountain Wake oh, wake your time has come And we go down to the river to pray Pray for magic and another day But it's low now, it's like we're fading away Into the dirt of memory And we go down to the river today We pray for silence and we pray for grace But it's low now, still you're rubbing my face Into the dirt of memory In a shop in Al-Medina And a house in the old quarter And I'll never sleep again Centuries lived in these stones I don't think you know Oh, roll the stone or move the mountain Wake, oh wake, your time has come And we go down to the river to pray Pray for magic and another day But it's low now, it's like we're fading away Into the dirt of memory And we go down to the river today We pray for silence and we pray for grace But it's low now, still you're rubbing my face Into the dirt of memory