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Dirty Cup Song Lyrics
Dirty Cup by Gucci Mane [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Sixes on the charger and they said it couldn’t fit
But I’mma still do it ‘cause a nigga so hood
Wish I could, and I know I should
But f**k that sh*t, right now I can’t do it
Got a super thick chick with some real big lips
And I swear the little b**ch suck a dick so good
Can I hit this? Grill her like a picnic
Take a flick, b**ch, take a Twitpic, b**ch, of a big dick
Talkin’ too slick too quick to a new b**ch
A b**ch’ll tease a trick ‘til the trick have a blue dick
‘Bout the same that Jay dropped The Blueprint
Niggas tried to say that I hit him with a Poohstick
Say you got a gun, but you know you can’t use it
So ask your boys, and we still tote Uzis
It’s about money it ain’t never ‘bout music
Yeah, you’re from the streets, but you still ain’t Gucci
Henny bottles and champagne, just coolin’
Groupies keep droolin’ and the hoes keep choosin’
Walkin’ through the mall like I’m seven feet tall
Tryin’ on shoes and I got my tool, and…
Damn, Gucci Mane, you so unruly
Standin’ in your way, pussy nigga, come move me
10-17 yeah, that’s my movement
Got ten young killers on the back of my…

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
My cup’s so dirty – my cup’s so muddy
My cup’s so dirty – my cup’s so muddy
My cup’s so dirty – my cup’s so muddy
My cup’s so dirty – my cup’s so muddy
Dirty cup, dirty cup – damn, I got a muddy cup
Dirty cup, dirty cup – damn, I got a muddy cup
Dirty cup, dirty cup – damn, I got a muddy cup
Dirty cup, dirty cup – damn, I got a muddy cup

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Opposite of being broke, man, cocaine, dope man
Got them J’s smokin’ out a Coke can
Nigga got so much work, talkin’ work
When I’m in the Cutty still say I’m ridin’ in the work van
Oh man, oh man, you don’t really know what’s the deal
When the spot you’re workin’ out is really hot
And you gotta put it in her butt, but her butt ain’t big enough
So you gotta go get a booty shot
Got my tooly, call -
Got the 50 cal, dick her down – niggas know I payed a few bills
Your work stepped on, I got my vest on
Motherf**kers already know what it really is
Click-clack, get back – you work out, might hit him for a six-pack
Work out – get that, might hit him for a six-pack, flip that
Me and broke niggas mismatched, my rims cost ten stacks
Pimp that, get back – if I fall off, then I’ll motherf**kin’ limp back
Pimp that? Pimp what? She said “where your motherf**kin’ limp at?”
I said I had a good year, baby
So where my, my motherf**kin’ blimp at?

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Back against the wall, I’mma ball like a don
I don’t f**k with y’all, y’all’ll never be me
Talk sweet game to a petite thang in the jeep, mane
Knock your teeth out in the middle of the Heat game
If you see things how I see things, you a G, mane
Be all you can be, don’t be like me, mane
If you buy three I’mma whip it for the free
Have a pint of the lean and this is dirty sweet tea, mane
Got three old chicks tryna grind on a G, mane
Same time that Dr. Dre said “G Thang”
Don’t care what another nigga say about me
Why’re these niggas still worried ‘bout me, man?
Niggas, mane, on the D train with the Brick Gang
I’mma act a fool in the kitchen with my reach game
Ice on my neck, got a check and a vest
And I’m ballin’ like a player from the motherf**kin’ Jets
Wanna take it to the streets? Wanna war with a G?
Live at the gun range like my name Chief Keef
Say you got beef, but you ridin’ too deep
I’ll knock the passenger to the damn back seat
These Louis shoes on my feet ain’t cheap
Gucci Mane street, I’m so concrete
Niggas say his style so unique
Got your baby brother sellin’ work for me

[Hook: Gucci Mane]