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Dirt Off Your Shoulder

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Tim, you can go and brush your shoulder off nigga I got you, yeahIf you feelin' like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off

Ladies is pimps too, gon' brush your shoulders off

Niggas is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you

Get, that, dirt off your shoulderI probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force

Tryin' to hustle some things, that go with the Porsche

Feelin' no remorse, feelin' like my hand was forced

Middle finger to the Lord, nigga grip I'm a boss

Stab the ladies they love me, from the bleachers they screamin'

All the ballers is bouncin' they like the way I be leanin'

All the rappers be hatin', off the track that I'm makin'

But all the hustlers they love it just to see one of us make it

Came from the bottom the bottom, to the top of the pots

Nigga London, Japan and I'm straight off the block

Like a running back, get it man, I'm straight off the block

I can run it back nigga cause I'm straight with the RocIf you feelin' like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off

Ladies is pimps too, gon' brush your shoulders off

Niggas is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you

Get, that, dirt off your shoulderYou gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulderYour homey Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda

I just whipped up a watch, tryin' to get me a Rover

Tryin' to stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir

Keep the Heckler close, you know them smokers'll test ya

But like, fifty-two cards when I'm, I'm through dealin'

Now fifty-two bars come out, now you feel 'em

Now, fifty-two cars roll out, remove ceiling

In case fifty-two broads come out, now you chillin'

With a boss bitch of course S.C. on the sleeve

At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen

I paid a grip for the jeans, plus the slippers is clean

No chrome on the wheels, I'm a grown-up for realIf you feelin' like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off

Ladies is pimps too, gon' brush your shoulders off

Niggas is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you

Get, that, dirt off your shoulderYou gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulderYour boy back in the building, Brooklyn we back on the map

Me and my beautiful bitch in the back of that 'Bach

I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap

I ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggas scared of that black

I drop that "Black Album" then I back, out it

As the best rapper alive nigga ask about me

From Bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammy's

The O's to opposite, Orphan Annie

You gotta pardon Jay, for sellin' out the Garden in a day

I'm like a young Marvin in his hey'

I'm a hustler homey, you a customer crony

Got some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me?If you feelin' like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off

Ladies is pimps too, gon' brush your shoulders off

Niggas is crazy baby, don't forget that boy told you

Get, that, dirt off your shoulderYou gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulder

You gotta get, that, dirt off your shoulderYou're now tuned into the mu'fuckin' greatestBest rapper alive, best rapper alive

Songwriters

SHAWN CARTER, SHAWN C CARTER, TIMOTHY Z MOSLEYPublished by

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