MC Dagga A.k.a Dirty Dirk
MC Dagga A.k.a Dirty Dirk

13+ Explicit Content No Honour Between Thief's

13+ Explicit Content No Honour Between Thief's

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15 Aug 2022

Livin for yourself on the run your gettin precious with yaself and your soul son You know we have veterans, that'll kill in cold blood just so that they can own one, Whats your purpose of smokin' up, to relax, to get your show on, to hit the facts, rip the racks, or primarily just to roll gun, im a bend it back, y'all stuck in white belts im the shogun, f*ck y'all wealth y'all rich and it only is, because of the fact you know one, i knew all then you showed one, threw all in in hopes you could hold one, then the scene started to explode, no fun, the end seemin close, friends like shop keepers or bums all fiendin close/clothes, cocky vets laughin bout holdin ropes and so called ends to all these blood stained golden roads, stiched up by broken lifes and broken homes, we had it all etched out but we lost the tomes, lost the tombs, lost Rome, lost the rooms, lost Nepal and lost the shrooms, lost our rock on the rock you'd consume, our shares lookin stagnant at the cost of your plumes, if you aint got it yet im a boss on the fumes, maybe why your speculation became a spectical, that's your cost, your due. Insinuate im a fief again ill rip out your tooths, "haha im a thief now watch me bury ya bones in the booth" funniest thing c*nt is i even gave ya a roof and fed ya, was ya mate, now i feel like I wan end ya , here's the proof, learn respect little motherfu**er or you gonna get whats due. Close ya mouths mutts. Check ya cheeks b4 ya speaks.

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sounds good very aggressive...nice work. 🔥🔥🔥🔥 fire hot heat good job

Livin for yourself on the run your gettin precious with yaself and your soul son You know we have veterans, that'll kill in cold blood just so that they can own one, Whats your purpose of smokin' up, to relax, to get your show on, to hit the facts, rip the racks, or primarily just to roll gun, im a bend it back, y'all stuck in white belts im the shogun, f*ck y'all wealth y'all rich and it only is, because of the fact you know one, i knew all then you showed one, threw all in in hopes you could hold one, then the scene started to explode, no fun, the end seemin close, friends like shop keepers or bums all fiendin close/clothes, cocky vets laughin bout holdin ropes and so called ends to all these blood stained golden roads, stiched up by broken lifes and broken homes, we had it all etched out but we lost the tomes, lost the tombs, lost Rome, lost the rooms, lost Nepal and lost the shrooms, lost our rock on the rock you'd consume, our shares lookin stagnant at the cost of your plumes, if you aint got it yet im a boss on the fumes, maybe why your speculation became a spectical, that's your cost, your due. Insinuate im a fief again ill rip out your tooths, "haha im a thief now watch me bury ya bones in the booth" funniest thing c*nt is i even gave ya a roof and fed ya, was ya mate, now i feel like I wan end ya , here's the proof, learn respect little motherfu**er or you gonna get whats due. Close ya mouths mutts. Check ya cheeks b4 ya speaks.

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