Dirk Diggler Ashlis Song by King of Nothing Lyrics
[Verse One]
La dolce vida
My niggas been smoking reefer
And gulpin potion in liters so quotes we spoke could be ether
Now hit the floor and beseech us
Or else your soul will be eaten
I only hope you believe it, like
But that don’t matter though
Eyes as red as a Navajo
You keep stickin to script ill keep stickin’ dick in the status quo
Radical with the raddest flow
Super saiyan like raditz’ bro
I don’t care if you’re mad cause yo
Cest la vie
New bitch look like sailor v
Always been impatient leave the waitin to the maître ds
Niggas steady hatin cause we out here getting major cheese
Less your jaw needs breakin, you should change the shit you say to me
Labeled me that nigga sayin’ stupid shit in class
Took that foot up out my mouth and broke that bitch off in your ass
No surprise I barely passed, had to figure out my life
First turn water into wine then turn your bitch into my wife
[Chorus: Ashli Orion]
Dirk Diggler, Baby
Dirk Diggler, Baby
Dirk Diggler, Baby
[Verse 2]
Bitches on my instagram
Pop that pill go instaham
Shout my twitter fam
You ain’t wit it, lick a dick and scram
Golden tree frog in my ear
Golden trees all in my blunt
Chief like I’m on fuckin’ Kansas city tryna block a punt
Money all a nigga want
Money all a nigga need
Answer to my misery and liberty from nigga greed
Im just tryna get some cream
Just enough to split between
Me and my familia
Get familiar, we the fucking kings
Smoke a couple packs of sprits
Hoes that look like astrid heeren
Pretty model bitches
Modelline’d fasho be glad to hear it
(I’m not your fucking sister)
And my niggas don’t rep mooty beats
Told my crew be true to me and soon enough we’ll rule the streets
I be puttin’ dicks in the dirt when spittin these verses
And just like dish with detergent, we scrub these bitches on purpose
If you ain’t ridin’ for yo niggas then you worthless
Never leave the booth until its perfect
[Chorus: Ashli Orion]
Dirk Diggler, Baby
Dirk Diggler, Baby
Dirk Diggler, Baby
[Verse Three]
Now bitch I fucked the game so young, Chris Hansen sittin’ at my kitchen counter
So you do what you want; won't be ready for this encounter
My niggas off spliffs and powder
In essence, my fades are faded
I do this for doubters to see the looks on they fuckin’ faces
And modesty’s overrated; I’m cocky and cognizant
Words fully loaded, baby
And cocked at your consciousness
My new chick the FLOTUS, maybe cause I’m like Barack and shit
But really I’m most related to gods that do not exist
Now shout out lux, Carrera , seth, carbon and my family
Maddox and Leanna only women ill ever need
So bitch get to steppin please
Or check out the weaponry
Artisan arsonist and I’m armed for your reckoning
Voices still beckoning, want me back on that other side
Thought I was bout to die
And never felt more alive
Emotional genocide
It did kill me, in a sense
Murdered my hope and pride
So long for my innocence
[Outro: Ashli]
Ashli O here. Still smokin' green till my lungs collapse. All my homie on MAAB LIFE shit. WAVEY SQUAD! Yo fuck your bitch, and give her style tips after. This shit strictly for my fades, forever and down eternally. You can't run from the past, you might as well run to the future... Zion
La dolce vida
My niggas been smoking reefer
And gulpin potion in liters so quotes we spoke could be ether
Now hit the floor and beseech us
Or else your soul will be eaten
I only hope you believe it, like
But that don’t matter though
Eyes as red as a Navajo
You keep stickin to script ill keep stickin’ dick in the status quo
Radical with the raddest flow
Super saiyan like raditz’ bro
I don’t care if you’re mad cause yo
Cest la vie
New bitch look like sailor v
Always been impatient leave the waitin to the maître ds
Niggas steady hatin cause we out here getting major cheese
Less your jaw needs breakin, you should change the shit you say to me
Labeled me that nigga sayin’ stupid shit in class
Took that foot up out my mouth and broke that bitch off in your ass
No surprise I barely passed, had to figure out my life
First turn water into wine then turn your bitch into my wife
[Chorus: Ashli Orion]
Dirk Diggler, Baby
Dirk Diggler, Baby
Dirk Diggler, Baby
[Verse 2]
Bitches on my instagram
Pop that pill go instaham
Shout my twitter fam
You ain’t wit it, lick a dick and scram
Golden tree frog in my ear
Golden trees all in my blunt
Chief like I’m on fuckin’ Kansas city tryna block a punt
Money all a nigga want
Money all a nigga need
Answer to my misery and liberty from nigga greed
Im just tryna get some cream
Just enough to split between
Me and my familia
Get familiar, we the fucking kings
Smoke a couple packs of sprits
Hoes that look like astrid heeren
Pretty model bitches
Modelline’d fasho be glad to hear it
(I’m not your fucking sister)
And my niggas don’t rep mooty beats
Told my crew be true to me and soon enough we’ll rule the streets
I be puttin’ dicks in the dirt when spittin these verses
And just like dish with detergent, we scrub these bitches on purpose
If you ain’t ridin’ for yo niggas then you worthless
Never leave the booth until its perfect
[Chorus: Ashli Orion]
Dirk Diggler, Baby
Dirk Diggler, Baby
Dirk Diggler, Baby
[Verse Three]
Now bitch I fucked the game so young, Chris Hansen sittin’ at my kitchen counter
So you do what you want; won't be ready for this encounter
My niggas off spliffs and powder
In essence, my fades are faded
I do this for doubters to see the looks on they fuckin’ faces
And modesty’s overrated; I’m cocky and cognizant
Words fully loaded, baby
And cocked at your consciousness
My new chick the FLOTUS, maybe cause I’m like Barack and shit
But really I’m most related to gods that do not exist
Now shout out lux, Carrera , seth, carbon and my family
Maddox and Leanna only women ill ever need
So bitch get to steppin please
Or check out the weaponry
Artisan arsonist and I’m armed for your reckoning
Voices still beckoning, want me back on that other side
Thought I was bout to die
And never felt more alive
Emotional genocide
It did kill me, in a sense
Murdered my hope and pride
So long for my innocence
[Outro: Ashli]
Ashli O here. Still smokin' green till my lungs collapse. All my homie on MAAB LIFE shit. WAVEY SQUAD! Yo fuck your bitch, and give her style tips after. This shit strictly for my fades, forever and down eternally. You can't run from the past, you might as well run to the future... Zion