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the treehouse - drrty pharms lyrics

slave to the trade, that the triangle trade
dirty race traitor i’m taking the spade
like [?] raping my face
like a card game there’s a queen in the straight
there’s plenty of fish but i only want bait
chase out the snakes like it’s st. patrick’s day
tighten my circle until it’s a dot
vultures lined up waiting to take my spot
on the rooftop smoking pot
[?] shots
rappers gon pop tryna get to the top
i’m in this for art, not for guap
[why over?] sh*t that i already got?
[perc in?] my lines, got some white in my snot
i hail from the city of have and have*nots
birthplace of bеbop and hip*hop and punk rock
there’s stories bеhind everything i got on
puma high tops, my ex girl’s high knee socks
i f*cked up some thots, repeat sh*t i was taught
hope she won’t call the cops
raped as a kid and it poisoned my thoughts
guess i just like s*x too much
she think we in love, i’m in love with the box
pandora’s lock in her crotch
playing these girls like the stocks
made her leave me like my mom
i don’t got time for games, b*tch, i don’t wear a watch
i need to cum
perverted b*st*rd, i’m slimy as f*ck
f*ck cops, i can’t [reach?] these cuffs
i make hoes wet like i’m [?] with the dust
in her bush, like a shrub
lil’ drrty doctor, i don’t wear a glove
i just showed up, already said too much
when i open up everyone’s quick to judge but the girls that i cuff
like, “fourteen year olds, you’re almost 25”
b*tch, shut up, i’ll break your jaw like the law
i should lie more, they can’t handle me raw
only a snitch cares about right and wrong
real ones just care about not getting caught
it ain’t just a fantasy, f*ck what you thought
this is new york, where the cops can be bought
so get off your high horse before i push you off
the charges were dropped, whatever, i do what i want
morals are made up there’s no god
the man wants to keep you in line
but i freed my mind, commit crime
these are your ethics not mine
i’m ruled by individual drives
you dissaprove, b*tch, so what?
in the hole i throw my life
say it’s wrong, don’t be uptight
i suck the bait, i don’t bite
da won’t indict
i [post how i race?] walk around with this knife
i’ll see y’all at trial, complete denial
[f*cked ? virgins?] since high school
i f*cked that redhead from white girl
i f*cked my man in the treehouse
i got my piece out, cuz i’m finna peace out
i don’t know who else to be now
cuz i’m not tryna be me now
i’m tryna pull some females
i’m tryna tell my story, but i can’t go into details
crime scene was the treehouse
i cop [b’s?] for the resale
i copped these, sh*t presale

- drrty pharms lyrics

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