Dirk Diggler (Ashli's Song)

[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