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True Religion Lyrics by OG Boo Dirty

Born A Soldier, Die A Vet

2012

[Intro]
Hey, yeah, boy
Hey, yeah
Hey, yeah, boy
Listen to this track, bitch
Hey, yeah
[Chorus: OG Boo Dirty]
Three hundred for the jeans, True Religion
Money over bitches, staying true to my religion
Chef Boy G reporting live from the kitchen
They fucking plenty women, shit, that's how I'm livin'
Them niggas say you're single, I keep two or three bitches
Y'all might say I'm flexin', I just say I'm pimpin'
Robin jeans, everytime I'm pulling up I'm richer
Diamonds in my dental, shit, that's how I'm livin'
[Verse 1: OG Boo Dirty]
Pull up in something, both doors up
Two styrofoams, I'm poured up
Ride through the city, I'm with 2 Chainz
Rocking two chains and a pinky ring
Monеy over bitches, I don't chase dimеs
A bitch want me, better stand in line
Fuck her brains out, then I grind her down
Like IPhone 4, need some FaceTime
And I'm two live, I be three live
Rockin' Tour jeans no Levi's
Niggas talkin 'bout they single
[?] come past Tim Tebow
But I done doubled that, I had fun with this
Born a soldier, I'm a die a vet
[?] Sacks 5th
Spendin' money with the plug, I don't take trips
I be blowin' dough, Donald Trumpin'
Spent a knot on my feet, ain't talkin' Bunyan
Ridin' old school, bumpin' New Edition
With my Ricky Bobby's on, no new editions
They True Religion, been sellin' [?]
Gucci everything, I forgot to mention
This is G-esus
[Chorus: OG Boo Dirty]
Three hundred for the jeans, True Religion
Money over bitches, staying true to my religion
Chef Boy G reporting live from the kitchen
They fucking plenty women, shit, that's how I'm livin'
Them niggas say you're single, I keep two or three bitches
Y'all might say I'm flexin', I just say I'm pimpin'
Robin jeans, everytime I'm pulling up I'm richer
Diamonds in my dental, shit, that's how I'm livin' (2 Chainz)
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I'm iced out in my Trueys
Rubber band on my pesos
Smokin' on that petro
I got cocaine by the case load
Codeine in my Faygo (Faygo)
Workout with that heavyweight
We'll whip it up like Anne-Marie
I one her one, we did it six to eight (Damn)
All a nigga really wear is Louie (Louie)
All a nigga really do is do it (Do it)
Do it (Do it)
Do it (Do it)
I got a whole thing in my Buick (True)
I'm on a money-makin' mission (Mission)
All my bitches exquisite (Quisite)
Remodel my kitchen, I put a model on them dishes (Ooh)
I'm pimpin', I'm pimpin'
My jeans double-stitchin'
I'm sippin' out a double cup
My watch cost double digits
My blunt long, my money long
Fuck you niggas, no Eddie Long
Headcrack on every song
2 Chainz, three telephones
[Chorus: OG Boo Dirty]
Three hundred for the jeans, True Religion
Money over bitches, staying true to my religion
Chef Boy G reporting live from the kitchen
They fucking plenty women, shit, that's how I'm livin'
Them niggas say you're single, I keep two or three bitches
Y'all might say I'm flexin', I just say I'm pimpin'
Robin jeans, everytime I'm pulling up I'm richer
Diamonds in my dental, shit, that's how I'm livin' (2 Chainz)
[Verse 3: OG Boo Dirty]
A zip in the double cup
Got me high on Pluto
I kick it like judo
Like damn, where did my roof go?
I'm so fuckin' hot
Man, it feel like I got wings
And I fell up in the club
Saucy like a hot wing
Got a closet full of Gucci, Louie, Prada kicks
Ride with a redbone model bitch
Rollin' up a blunt, big and bougie with it
Four or five chains on like I'm Slick Rick
Trap house got a drive-through
I'm sellin' collard greens and pies too
I'm a beast, and she a freak
Aww, this you chick, shit, mine too
Your shit need dialysis
Ball so hard, got calluses
Dirty like I just jumped out the ditch
Roll bands up, no counterfeit
Pull up to the club
You know I'm valet
Hop out, me and Drumma Boy and 2 Chainz
[Chorus: OG Boo Dirty]
Three hundred for the jeans, True Religion
Money over bitches, staying true to my religion
Chef Boy G reporting live from the kitchen
They fucking plenty women, shit, that's how I'm livin'
Them niggas say you're single, I keep two or three bitches
Y'all might say I'm flexin', I just say I'm pimpin'
Robin jeans, everytime I'm pulling up I'm richer
Diamonds in my dental, shit, that's how I'm livin'

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