Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 59 Bottles, artist - Philthy Rich. Date of issue: 08.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
59 Bottles |
| I think I’m seein' things, my mind playin' tricks on me |
| I can’t believe my day-one nigga switched on me |
| Heavy as the head that wears the crown |
| A smile is just a frown upside down |
| Niggas try to assassinate my character |
| I guess they missed me in the hood like I ain’t there enough |
| I never gave up no footage, nigga |
| But I gave this dick to your bitch on footage, nigga |
| Got indicted ten days before my birthday |
| ATF in my house a day before my birthday |
| Search warrant for firearms and ammunition |
| A gangster in the street, but on the 'net, he dry snitchin' |
| I swear they took like thirty thousand |
| Then I went to the lawyer with like thirty thousand |
| Palms Place, fifty-ninth floor, it was only right |
| No covers, slept on the floor lot of lonely nights |
| Aston Martin DBX, it cost me two-forty |
| Presidential 41, see, I don’t do 40 |
| The first nigga in the state with it |
| I got some niggas in the feds and the state with it |
| Closed escrow on my mama house for a million dollars |
| As soon as I got some money, I got a million partners |
| Put all the young niggas on from my hood, even the ones I know don’t like me |
| I know that they won’t admit it, but at one point, they wanted to be like me |
| EDD was a lick, naw, that ain’t a hustle |
| I don’t hustle to love, bitch, I love to hustle |
| Louis, Gucci, Dior, Chanel |
| Christian Louboutin, Versace, YSL |
| Cartier bracelet, Rollie presidential |
| She got it out the game, so it’s sentimental |
| She pulled her foreign out the body shop |
| Then she went and dropped herself off at the body shop |
| Really in this field, I keep a stick on me |
| It’s a fifty in this 40 with the switch on it |
| Sixty days out the new year, still a top client |
| They don’t know you up at Gucci, nigga, stop lyin' |
| Them flawless diamonds up and in his mouth |
| When we was outside, you was in the house |
| These niggas lyin' in they raps, what they is not about |
| For Dre Feddi, I’m pourin' fifty-nine bottles out, it’s Philthy |