wings I'm just a dirty old man Trying to play your game, I'll set your wings on fire She knocks me down I'm in for the count I'm going down Oh dirty
I'm just a dirty old man Trying to play your game, I'll set your wings on fire She knocks me down I'm in for the count I'm going down Oh dirty women
TO BEG! If you have to fall down on your knees to let your woman know that you love her, go on down there! ...I can see some of you cats got dirty minds
blew your only chance 'cause you're a two faced woman But I'm a three faced man 'cause you're a two faced woman I got a hangman's hand Dirty tricks
your hat dented I just need a whole lot of, leave me alone Bending corners in the Crentley, dripping paint on the streets I'm getting paid, everytime I put my pain
think of myself, y'all don't think of me I'm all alone but guess what, that's alright Even though they use me for a punching bag, that's alright Even if my woman
, been through some shit. I know you've all had a lot on your mind, man. Had a lot of struggles you went through in your life. Keep your head up dirty
after dark try to pull me a young, stout woman, sumpin pretty nice round hills, with them wear shaped titties as the sun goes down, I'm gettin dirty
you should be. I could be loving you too much. You know I love the way you do it when you do it right. You ain't no one man woman. Were you ever
[feat. Diddy & Drake] [Dirty Money:] So hard to breathe this air that we call love, Ain't nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love, When you
[Dirty Money:] So hard to breathe this air that we call love, Ain't nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love, When you get hurt by the one you
(featuring Drake) [Dirty Money] So hard to breathe this air that we call love, Aint nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love, When you get hurt
[feat. Dirty Money & Drake] [Dirty Money:] So hard to breathe this air that we call love, Ain't nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love, When
(featuring Drake and Diddy) [Dirty Money] So hard to breathe this air that we call love, Aint nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love, When
Sweet little lady, don't you get crazy. Bring it back home to me. Woman little standing, dreaming to forget him. Bring it back home to me. When? Why wonder
can be touched [Verse 3: Immortal Technique] They drove around the projects slow while it was raining Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment Untill they saw a woman
