| Zaytoven
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| Yeah it’s Philthy, nigga
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| Cook with that shit dope
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| Pullin' up on these pussies
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| Everything white
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| Everything black
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| Everything paid for
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| Lah, look
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| All my foreigns white, nigga
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| I was cookin' that white, nigga
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| Feds tryna indict niggas
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| Give the whole hood life, nigga
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| Your bitch ain’t my type, nigga
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| You made a ho yo' wife, nigga
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| Bust down this ice, nigga
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| Double cup my Sprite, nigga
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| All my foreigns black, nigga
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| Same color of my strap, nigga
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| I was in that trap, nigga
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| Double up, get back, nigga
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| Where I’m from, we smack niggas
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| Cold pimps, drug dealers
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| Watch me make a million
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| While they whippin' coke up in the kitchen
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| I was a underdog on the Murder Dubs
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| Thirty six when I started to rob
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| In the kitchen with the burner off
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| See stacks on 'em, that’s a murder car
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| Pullin' up in these white foreigns
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| Hit those black with the right arms
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| These chains on, I’d die for
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| If you hit the trap, we out the side door
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| Got a side bitch, damn I’m beller
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| Door to door the bitch with the long fella
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| F&N with the chrome barrel
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| If I could meet the plug in '98 Valero
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| Twenty four, sittin' on the wraith
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| It gets bad, but now it’s in the play
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| Went from choppin' O’s on a paper plate
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| Now it’s twenty thou' sittin' in the safe
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| These diamond chains, they dangle
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| Rosé? |
| No, Cîroc mango
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| Get Jose for the yayo
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| Hunnid bricks in the Dodge Durango
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| Now, I ain’t signed with the Birdman
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| But I’m in the kitchen with the birds, man
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| Cookin' dope out a burnt pan
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| All day, 'til I got a hurt hand
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| All my foreigns white, nigga
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| I was cookin' that white, nigga
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| Feds tryna indict niggas
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| Give the whole hood life, nigga
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| Your bitch ain’t my type, nigga
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| You made a ho yo' wife, nigga
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| Bust down this ice, nigga
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| Double cup my Sprite, nigga
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| All my foreigns black, nigga
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| Same color of my strap, nigga
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| I was in that trap, nigga
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| Double up, get back, nigga
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| Where I’m from, we smack niggas
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| Cold pimps, drug dealers
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| Watch me make a million
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| While they whippin' coke up in the kitchen
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| Streets talkin', cookin' filthy, out here folk gettin' naked
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| They gettin' money, they the richest out in Oakland with it
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| Smokin' dope in the Ghost, yo' bitch suckin' dick
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| Youngest nigga in my city, Patek on my wrist
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| All black foreigns, forty zoned all my shit
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| Glock 27, thirty shots and all these clips
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| I got it all on my own, you can’t tell me shit
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| Old niggas hated on me, put they tax on zip
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| I stack my money on 'em niggas 'til I copped a brick
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| Same niggas fell off, now I serve them shit
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| You ain’t stand out, the way you fell in love with a bitch
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| In the streets all day, I fell in love with gettin' rich
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| Look
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| All my foreigns white, nigga
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| I was cookin' that white, nigga
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| Feds tryna indict niggas
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| Give the whole hood life, nigga
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| Your bitch ain’t my type, nigga
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| You made a ho yo' wife, nigga
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| Bust down this ice, nigga
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| Double cup my Sprite, nigga
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| All my foreigns black, nigga
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| Same color of my strap, nigga
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| I was in that trap, nigga
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| Double up, get back nigga
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| Where I’m from, we smack niggas
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| Cold pimps, drug dealers
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| Watch me make a million
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| While they whippin' coke up in the kitchen |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All White All Black, artist - Philthy Rich. Album song Philthy Money - EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп