"Filthy"

(Ha, ha, ha)
(Ha, ha, ha)
(Ha, ha, ha)

It's my skinny jeans with my Chuck T's on
It's those ruby red lips and that black lace thong
When the police hit me up, and I ain't done no wrong
So I light one up and it goes straight to the dome

It goes (ha, ha, ha)
It goes straight to the dome
It goes (ha, ha, ha)
It goes straight to the dome, it goes-

They don't call me, "Dope," in my town, they call me, "Filthy"
I don't need a judge to tell me that I'm guilty
Turn this fucker up and get loud if you feel me
In my town they don't call me, "Dope," they call me, "Filthy"

They call me, "Filthy"
They call me, "Filthy"

My JV leather jacket dripping swag in the hood
It's that thin blue line, say I'm up to no good
It's those hips that make it twitch, bounce it all night long
Got those cheeks I wanna kiss, it's that black lace thong

It goes (ha, ha, ha)
It's that black lace thong
It goes (ha, ha, ha)
It goes all night long

They don't call me, "Dope," in my town, they call me, "Filthy"
I don't need a judge to tell me that I'm guilty
Turn this fucker up and get loud if you feel me
In my town they don't call me, "Dope," they call me, "Filthy"

They call me, "Filthy" (ha, ha, ha, ha)
They call me, "Filthy" (ha, ha, ha, ha)
They call me, "Filthy" (ha, ha, ha, ha)
They call me, "Filthy"

(Ha, ha, ha)
(Ha, ha, ha)

They don't call me, "Dope," in my town, they call me, "Filthy"
I don't need a judge to tell me that I'm guilty
Turn this fucker up and get loud if you're with me
In my town they don't call me, "Dope," they call me, "Filthy"

(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
They call me, "Filthy" (ha, ha, ha, ha)
They call me, "Filthy" (ha, ha, ha, ha)
They call me, "Filthy" (ha, ha, ha, ha)
They call me, "Filthy"

They don't call me, "Dope," in my town, they call me, "Filthy"
They don't call me, "Dope," in my town, they call me, "Filthy"
They don't call me, "Dope," they call me, "Filthy"



Credits
Writer(s): Martin H Frederiksen, Scott Christopher Stevens, Ayron Montea Jones
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