| I was brought up on the product, drug dealin' kingpin
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| Shit I’m on exotic, all white seats. |
| no lease, yeah, I bought it
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| Bulletproof truck just in case we get shot at (look out)
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| When it drop, I’m the first one that got it
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| I told that bitch go on put it in my pocket
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| I be up early in the mix, phone ringin' all the time
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| Said he wanna cop nine but I only brought five
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| The other four went to Livermoore
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| Twenty-Six bricks on my kitchen floor
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| Nightmares of the Feds, I don’t sleep right (don't sleep)
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| Send that bitch home on a cheap flight
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| Carry-on bags full of cream envelopes
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| My baby, she don’t speak on my telephone
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| You say a prayer when it leave
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| I bet it go quick when it get to Tennessee
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| Naw, for real, niggas know what’s up
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| It’s buckshot, A.K.A. |
| the cookie monster
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| Soon as it touch down, we C.O.D. |
| niggas
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| Cashville, what up!
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| Trappin' lemon Jell-o in the ghetto, nigga
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| Roll a quarter ounce in a cigarillo, nigga
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| Every order counts, watch what you gon' sell a nigga (what'chu doin?)'
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| If I send it to your house, you bet not tell a nigga
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| They got all these German Shepards runnin' round this Wraith
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| Fido couldn’t find it if I put it in his face
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| Boy hittin' home-runs, niggas still on third-base
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| Gettin' it by the tons puttin' it up in her place
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| Fellow rapper and a promoter, I book you 'fore it’s over
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| My bitch about to bring another box of Bakin' Soda
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| And I got a couple niggas' addresses and a photo
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| I’mma pull 'em out and pull up when the time right
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| You penny-pinchin' niggas make sure every dime right
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| You know that Ruger with the red light’ll get a nigga mind right
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| Berner, anything land you know I have it gone
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| And I fly out to the Bay and come and wrap my own
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| Buck
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| Ay, it’s Philthy, nigga
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| You know I’m walkin' 'round this six bedroom mansion, nigga
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| Eatin' Top Ramen with a plastic fork, nigga
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| Look
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| Versace on my bed but demons in my head (yes)
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| Niggas want me dead are probably in the Feds (suckas)
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| Instagram really hurt a nigga heart (ain't that right?)
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| When I heard he make a statement, it really hurt my heart
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| Smokin' good cookies’ll kill
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| It’s four G autos, ten-thousand, bitch, watch the pothole (bitch)
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| Have you ever had your clothes taken for evidence? |
| (homicide)
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| Niggas sneak dissin' 'cause he ain’t relevant
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| Hey, shout out to them niggas that ain’t believe in me (salute)
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| Them the same niggas mad 'cause they ain’t seen with me
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| I’m still in the hood 'cause I ain’t never left (nah ah)
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| Wish my brother Dre Fetty could take another breath (rest in peace)
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| Word around town there’s money on my head (chump change)
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| Must be a broke nigga talkin' because I still ain’t dead (broke nigga)
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| I put this nigga on the lick and I ain’t ask for nothin' (I ain’t ask for shit)
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| But the last time I seen him, the nigga was actin' funny
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| It’s Philty (It's Philthy)
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| Yeah, man you could do for a nigga a million times
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| But he only gon' remember that one time you tell him no
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| Keep them squares out your circle and your grass cut
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| It’s Philty |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Godzilla , by - Berner. Song from the album RICO, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп