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Dirty Lungs (Wooh Da Kid)

[Hook: x2] Lotta' smoke, dirty lungs I swear I smoked a lot, I need 'bout thirty lungs Word around town I'm worth 'bout thirty tons Thirty youngin's on the block, that's 'bout thirty guns [Verse 1:] My little homie hit a lick, for 'bout thirty pounds His little sister, baby daddy, he just laid 'em down He robbed 'em with a mess like he ain't no his voice He like I don't give a fuck, I ain't have a choice Thirty youngin's 'round with him, they don't play around Thirty niggas with extendo's that hold thirty rounds Lotta' smoke, dirty lungs Don't get your ass smoked from this dirty gun [Hook] [Verse 2:] It's a party going on with the Squad nigga B.S.M., Wooh Da Kid, party hard nigga You know Wooh Da don't play that, shooter's I'll K that Chopstick party, you know we will A.K. that Two two three will make him lay back Close the curtains on your life, like a Maybach Why I'm getting zooted with my niggas, hella dirty lungs R.I.P. Slim D, I got us, put that on my son's [Hook] [Verse 3:] Fist up, thugging like the Panthers in the eightie's Wooh Da I'm a hippy, I be smoking with your lady Dirty lungs, dirty girl, she got dirty ways He ain't seen her in a month, that's 'bout thirty days Thirtie's the new twenty, then I'm in my teens Your little sister nineteen, then I'm in her jeans She got dirty lungs, all she do is smoke Swimming laps in that pussy, think I need a boat [Hook]