Dirt
Venezuela hoe!
I'm back, bitch!
Another one!
Kayla Venezuela
And I ain't come to play
Got bitches mad 'cause my edges stay laid
Hoes don't like me, give a fuck bout' what they say
'Cause all they wack mans stay tryna' call me bae
You woulda thought i was ugly
Got y'all bitches tight, 'cause your nigga pulling up
And he gon' eat it real right
Y'all don't really wanna fight 'cause i'll go get my knife
See if you could talk crazy from the after life
What happened?!
I said it's Kayla Venezuela!
I be dragging these hoes! Kayla be dragging these hoes!
So whats poppin! Square up! bitch!
Why the fuck you pressed?
Go get you some money honey, worry 'bout me less
Smoke a lot of weed so I'm never ever stressed
Don't care to impress, Weed so strong I could feel it in my chest
But you smoking reggie
Now you see me winning so you wanna be all friendly
You thought i forgot, stick to my word
When i see you I'ma pop, no mercy for my ops
Drag her like a mop
Four deep in this two door, gun charge on me bitch I'm racing
In the room but I'm pacing
My body feels misplaced in all these rooms
Hop into the car and then I zoom
Try and run down it wont work
leave you hurt, Joey go berserk, Tommy do you dirt
Do you dirt, yeah
Do you dirt, yeah
Do you dirt
I'm back, bitch!
Another one!
Kayla Venezuela
And I ain't come to play
Got bitches mad 'cause my edges stay laid
Hoes don't like me, give a fuck bout' what they say
'Cause all they wack mans stay tryna' call me bae
You woulda thought i was ugly
Got y'all bitches tight, 'cause your nigga pulling up
And he gon' eat it real right
Y'all don't really wanna fight 'cause i'll go get my knife
See if you could talk crazy from the after life
What happened?!
I said it's Kayla Venezuela!
I be dragging these hoes! Kayla be dragging these hoes!
So whats poppin! Square up! bitch!
Why the fuck you pressed?
Go get you some money honey, worry 'bout me less
Smoke a lot of weed so I'm never ever stressed
Don't care to impress, Weed so strong I could feel it in my chest
But you smoking reggie
Now you see me winning so you wanna be all friendly
You thought i forgot, stick to my word
When i see you I'ma pop, no mercy for my ops
Drag her like a mop
Four deep in this two door, gun charge on me bitch I'm racing
In the room but I'm pacing
My body feels misplaced in all these rooms
Hop into the car and then I zoom
Try and run down it wont work
leave you hurt, Joey go berserk, Tommy do you dirt
Do you dirt, yeah
Do you dirt, yeah
Do you dirt
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Writer(s): Demetrius Jordan
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