| Hey it’s Philthy nigga
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| Salute to all the real niggas
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| Haah
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| Remember I used to live with my 3rd grade teacher
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| Nowadays it’s 5000 for a feature
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| Keep the hammer on me like that bitch legal
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| Foreign outside, I used to drive a Regal
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| Caught a dope case and I set it down
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| Caught a pistol case and I set it down
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| Interrogation room, I never made a sound
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| Niggas from my hood’ll find out and lock it down
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| Old murder, never snitch, never cross your nigga
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| My young niggas trigger happy, ready to of your nigga
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| I watch a nigga whack somethin' then get back
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| (?) came home, they did send flat
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| Semen everywhere, I’m from a (?) with my cock
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| In a thick ass bitch but she can roll a blunt
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| These niggas cuffin' these hoes, they can’t control a slut
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| Especially when a rich nigga like me rollin' up
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| 5−0 tuned in, these niggas name droppin'
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| All these niggas sneak dissin' since my name poppin'
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| Bitch I was in the hood, cocaine shoppin'
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| All these Rollies bust down with cocaine diamonds
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| Your foreign and my foreign ain’t got the same options
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| Forgiattos on that bitch got me lane hopping
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| Just left the mall for a pair of red bottoms
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| You was at the mall, nigga chain swapping
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| Where I’m from, niggas die young
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| I was one of them niggas outside young
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| Been on the road too long, ain’t been to the hood
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| I’m like 5 dollars sure, bitch that money good
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| Don’t wear MCM but I’m your best M-C-M
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| He three months late on his payments plus he leasin' them
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| Free Jay Bay, he need money on his books
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| So I’m taxin' niggas for these verses and these hooks
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| Abusin' all this syrup got me gaining weight
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| Bullets in my legs’ll never fade away
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| Pour up with my niggas, probably fade a A
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| I’m a seminary nigga to my fuckin' grave
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| Remember when I used to wake up sell a nickel bag
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| Moms begging me to stop
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| Say how she afraid I’ma end up in a box
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| In the field tote a Glock
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| See a nigga outside then we on the ops
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| Same routine every day till everybody shot
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| Anyway young nigga ever since I was 15 been fuckin' on King
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| 17 knew Straight A
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| Just to pull up shit nigga’s face
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| Keep a .40 still up on my waist
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| And fuck nigga play with No Limit we go shoot up the place
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| Your bitch on my dick, won’t let me fuck her face
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| 2016, young K, yeah who wanna race?
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| With a 30k out for the fuck up on my way to Chase
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| Smoke an OG flyin' down the E-way pourin' 6s up
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| Went like 6 months without the drink but I can’t give it up
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| Bloody red and easter pink, fall asleep every time I bring
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| And I’m leanin' hard, no difference, we got the .40 inside my jeans
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| I’m addicted to Promethazine
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| It be getting the best of me
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| Hey, G Herbo
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| 150 dream team bitch, you already know who it is man
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| Shout out to my nigga Philthy, city to city |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 59 to 79 , by - Philthy Rich. Song from the album Hood Rich 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп