Dirty featuring Bun B

A stripper's ode that slithers like its namesake, "Rolie Polie" won't land in rap's lyrical pantheon -- "If her ass was a rapper/I'da signed her" is Bun's cleverest quip. But caught in a seductive collision of synths, slow grinding, and shimmy-shaking on handclaps, their myopic bedazzlement is clear: Dirty and...
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A stripper’s ode that slithers like its namesake, “Rolie Polie” won’t land in rap’s lyrical pantheon — “If her ass was a rapper/I’da signed her” is Bun’s cleverest quip. But caught in a seductive collision of synths, slow grinding, and shimmy-shaking on handclaps, their myopic bedazzlement is clear: Dirty and Bun are rendered dumb by the mesmerizing vision of a naked lady. “R-r-r-r-roll that ass slow, guhrl,” they stutter, ass-fixation prepubescent as any twelve-year-olds. “DJ, kill the fog lights!” It’s Salome’s dance, and you can almost see the drool.

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