album cover
Derty Game
15
Rap
Derty Game was released on December 8, 2023 by New 11 Records as a part of the album Alter Ego
album cover
Release DateDecember 8, 2023
LabelNew 11 Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM149

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Li N.O.
Li N.O.
Performer
Marquis Davidson
Marquis Davidson
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marquis Davidson
Marquis Davidson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marquis Davidson
Marquis Davidson
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah
All them words 'bout gettin' some money, it ain't that I give a fuck
Keep your heart in your possession, baby, I am not alone
When I let 'em do me dirty, come watch, I would door-to-door
I would down and you gave up, you back around, not 'cause I'm up
Heard you out here gettin' fucked, for you, always been my slump
Bitch, it caught me red, 'cause I don't go in too hard on the draw
I'm feelin' it, it let it burn like oxygen, still don't give a fuck
You can give a bitch a heart of mine, it still wouldn't be enough
I just walked in here with dog shit on me, feel like Craig Dirty Bag
Little bitch, she look like Cesarette, you know she real ratchet
Diggin' suit, I'm no mechanic, I still keep a ring ratchet
I wear a piece of D, not clothes, little bitch, I really into fashion
Think the game, I need a ventilator, I won't let it breathe
Pull apart the bitch, retarded, thought my call was pensionere
Bitch, I ain't never prayed before, there ain't no God who had my needs
I put my bitches in the zone and I ain't up to buy no sheen
All that work, might get some money, it ain't that I don't give a fuck
Keep your heart in your possession, baby, I ran out of luck
When I left 'em do me dirty, come watch, I would door-to-door
I would down and you gave up, you back around, not 'cause I'm up
Heard you out here gettin' fucked, for you, always been my slump
Bitch, it caught me red, 'cause I don't go in too hard on the draw
I'm feelin' it, it let it burn like oxygen, still don't give a fuck
You could give a bitch a heart of mine, it still wouldn't be enough
Trappin' bad, I ran Murphy, flew to Cali with the door up
Bro just hit me from the cell, I end up, "How you holdin' up?"
I'm like, "She did what she did," but this shit sure like what it was
He said, "Kick the streets," instead of rappin', I blow soon enough
Drop my gunnin' from my mama, ho, she know that I don't play
In the mountains with the China, man, the plug know where I stay
Your lil' bro ain't seen this light, lil' bitch, the J gon' die today
But 'less it came, I rid the dirty, 'cause this shit a dirty game
Quailin', tellin', "Keep it strapped," you think I'm away with a stunt
Pop outside with all them members, every ho gon' show a lump
Think you lit, and you the shit, like, "You can say it from where you are"
Bitch, you drunk and **** sectioned, I'm on stage inside the club
Movin' solid, keep it P on ten, my left above my right
Spit the Eraser out my mouth, that bitch gon' die, ain't tryna fight
Know this thang had bitches hoes, but she so bad, I think I might
Been too long up on the scale, I'm tryna go full-time, I might
Made the block a fashion show, I hit the trap in New Céline
Go to sleep with all my gun, look like I'm tryna kill my dream
I'm a dope boy to the core, white T's that fire like my ID
Love my ho a P-A-D, 'cause when we link, her back is lean
I love money, I love hoes, I love my life, bitch, I be clean
Thirty shots on me in front of Jimmys, posted with the fiend
Left the club to go and shawty, but it's still an L-M-B
Two things I ain't seen, a turtle with some speed, a bitch I need
Written by: Marquis Davidson
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...