Throw Some D's [Dirty] lyrics by Polow da Don

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Throw Some D's [Dirty] by Polow da Donالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Throw Some D's [Dirty] by Polow da Don

Zone four
Get money
New money
It's what you been waiting on

[Chorus x 2]
Rich Boy sellin' crack
Dope niggas wanna jack
Shit tight, no slack
Just bought a Cadillac (Throw some D's on that bitch!)
Just bought a Cadillac (Throw some D's on that bitch!)

[Rich Boy]
Rich Boy sellin' crack dope, niggas wanna jack
Shit tight no slack just bought a Cadillac
Took it to the chop shop
Candy red lollipop
Got da damn top dropped two colored flip flopped
There's hos in the parking lot
But I still got my glock hot
New money mothafucka, don't you see the big light?
Don't you see the big chain?
Don't you see the big rims?
Wonder who they hatin' on lately
Baby, it's him candy paint
Gator skin seats call me Dun Dee
Up in your hood, I'm the one that you wanna be
Haters wish they could feel the wood in my H3
Ridin' with no tint so the muthafuckas know it's me

[Chorus x 2]

[Polow Da Don]
I never slip, I never fall
A lot of hos give me they numbers, but I never call
A real O.G. look at V.I.P. and see a nigga ball
Then after we hit the club, baby, then I'm gonna hit them drawers
I'm gonna break you off (and that's all)
Every freak should have a picture of my dick (on they wall)
Polow be the shit, zone four be the click
Yeah, this for my dawgs
Yeah, gangsters, hustlers, wanksters, busters
(Wait a minute, mothafucka)

[Chorus x 2]

[Rich Boy]
Hit the block on some new ten thousand dollar wheels
Kinda strange how I feel
Touch a gator on my wheel
Got peanut butter ice cream
Peter pan seats just gotta
Fresh cut
Now we lookin' for them freaks
Take her back, yella bitch
Make her drop dem draws
I'm a show you how to ball
Middle finger to da law, so fuck dem
Niggas tell 'em what dey wanna do
Hatin' on a player 'cause my next skate twenty-twos
When I pull up, I'm a park right at da front door lean
In my cup, got purp in my blunt
I'm a real pimp, bitch, I ain't playin' like a trick
Just bought a new 'Lac, 'bout to put dem
Thangs on dat bitch!

Writer : DEBARGE, ROBERT L./WILLIAMS, GREGORY
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, COPYRIGHT CONTROL (NON-HFA) , JOBETE MUSIC CO INC , FLATTIME MUSIC PUBLISHING , Universal Music Publishing Group