Dirt Nasty - 1980

Dirt Nasty - 1980 | Lyrics Wana more? Sign Up! I have a gold chain, I am the cocaine, I'm 'yo, man (s)' What, what, what, what: Texts - - - (What happened to your queer party frends?)? I rolled in, straight from Oakland, Holdin 'my dick like a U.S. Open Trophy. What hyphie * * This Ya'll know me, Dirt Nasty. Ass cheeks, diffuse, lateral G-string. One drink, Courvoisier, two drinks, Vodka Straight, Three drink, I'm in the sink, Throwin on my brand new mink coat. And I'mcoke doin 'is not, Y'all keep my donkey rope. (No) Call the Pope prays for me, Gold Rolls Royce for your wife. (Ding!) I lived through the 80s, and shit was crazy. Everyone wants to know my name, bring the pain and the pop of champagne to keep every girl, my chain when fucking their brains on the Mustang. I have a gold chain, (as was 1980) I seem to cocaine (as it was 1980) I'm like 'Yo, man (s)', (as it was in 1980) Of course, in this way me, and tell your girl to stop 'Page me(What, what, what, what) I roll, stoned as hell, the white lines, gold gazelles. Hotel on Sunset received hoes Young pulled out, (you bet) Done queue is not ready yet, insert the clip, and get the gun wet, (chicken, chick) Nuff said, I'm radical, t-shirt Say Party Animal ( Rawr!) I'm not an amateur, it does not Hands Across America, I like Morrissey on Hennessy on Christmas Eve (No) No, more like Morris Day shine yay Hella, Dressino gay (Ding!), I lived through the '80s and shit was crazy...