Songs with rhymes of shirt

For all the times I wore my self pity like a favorite shirt
All wrapped up in that hurt

Three lions on a shirt
Jules Rimet still gleaming
All these years of hurt

As I crashed down and smashed into earth, into dirt
How my skin did explode, leaving only my shirt

Sure as my heart's behind the pocket of my shirt
I'll just keep rolling till I'm in the dirt

Leather jacket with a long shirt
She working that wrist 'til her arm hurt

Came from the bottom nigga, with stains on my shirt
What you expected from me, I came from the dirt

If yo' nigga killer ain't dead, you shouldn't wear no R.I.P., shirt
We had three hundred shots up in the car before we picked up Durk
Three niggas, who ain't got shit goin', go, grab a glizzy, get alert

A-wearin' that crazy skin-tight skirt
And that crazy Ivy League shirt

Well now, Hazy Davy got really hurt,
He ran into the lake in just his socks and a shirt

Do you enjoy being hurt?
I know you smelled the perfume,
The make-up on his shirt

Thinkin' 'bout my niggas dead in the dirt
Immortalized on this shirt

I want hoop earrings and a Benetton shirt
We came here to shop and we came here to flirt

Lift your shirt
You know how I flirt

Bingo! Ye ain't nuttin' but a flirt
The way ya bouncin' in that shirt

Nigga, diamond in the dirt
With all these DT’s in they face
And all the LV’s on my shirt

It's just to match the bird upon her football shirt
She would lift up me, She would wear that thing like a skirt

They taking him to the hearse to put his body in dirt
That's it, pay my respects, wipe my tears with my shirt

There’s an old plow boy out turning up dirt
Where I come from
There’s a preacher man in a cowboy shirt

Leather jacket with a long shirt
She working that wrist til her arm hurt

Wild wind blowing down the neck of my shirt
Old men sitting on a bench in the dirt