Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Rashene Thigpen
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Uh, it's Nemo P, we back at it
Uh, I be in and out the bag, you can call me dirty clothes
George Gervin on the court, Iceman with these hoes
Ground floor with the price, Piffy got it for the low
I'm a freestyler in the trap, we be lettin' bows go
**** playin' hard for rain, I'm prayin' that it fuckin' snow
**** know it's gon' cost, come and book me for a show
Once I touch down, pat my hoes, give bitches a throw
I show **** how to drag the work, I should've been a toe
Uh, bag bitches, kingpins, freak hoes, drug lords
Nemo P, Baker man, hot cakes, whip it soft
The work is like a itch, in the streets I had to get it off
Ragu, I keep sauce, it's drippin, she gon' lick it off
From the window to the fuckin' wall, pipe jam, fiend smoke it all
I play numbers, box straight, no powerball
Oh, you one of them, prayin' on my downfall
Man, listen, boss man, boss man
That's my nickname, Nemo P kick big game
Dragonfire, Luke Kane, bitch, I don't really chase fame
**** love to throw dirt on my name, my **** dirty like a shit stain
Old white Beamer, cocaine, trap house, trap house
Yeah, we did that, knock knock
We used to be like, who the fuck is that
Stayed down for years, but Nemo no doormat
Watch a bitch **** with a floor rack, you know where the hoes at
I be in and out the bag, you could call me Dirty Clothes
George Gervin on the court, Iceman with these hoes
Ground floor with the price, Piffy got it for the low
I can freestyle in the trap, we be lettin' bows go
**** prayin' hard for rain, I'm prayin' now they fuckin' snow
**** know it's gon' cost, come and book me for a show
Once I touch down, pat my hoes, give bitches a throw
I showed **** how to drag the work, I should've been a toe
Dope in a blender, middle of December
A bad bitch, redhead, I think her name was Ginger
Nemo P keep a lot of spice, stronger than ginger
I'm too hard to forget, **** always gon' remember
This flow is hall of fame, be easy for beginners
This lifestyle be wearin, no saints or sinners
I be celebratin' bullshit, you never was a winner
**** put the B in bitter, Nemo P pick of the litter
Handed shots to my liver, Bacardi gold if it's finished
Run the beats down, blow the whistle, this shit a scrimmage
I don't need nobody, cause I built my own image
Born to lose, but somehow a **** keep winnin
**** thought I fell off, don't hold your fuckin' breath
I'm countin' money from before, **** don't got shit left
I'ma make it last forever, gotta move like Keith Sweat
And shit forever on my dick, the way I look, gotta wet
I be in and out the bag, you can call me Dirty Clothes
George Gervin on the court, Iceman with these hoes
Ground floor with the price, Piffy got it for the load
I'ma freestyle in the trap, we be lettin' bows go
**** playin' hard for rain, I'm prayin' that it fuckin' snow
**** know it's gon' cost, come and book me for a show
Once I touch down, pat my hoes, give bitches a throw
I showed **** how to drag the work, I should've been a toe
Written by: Nemo P, Rashene Thigpen