Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 59 to 79, artist - Philthy Rich. Album song Hood Rich 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, SCMMLLC
Song language: English
59 to 79 |
Hey it’s Philthy nigga |
Salute to all the real niggas |
Haah |
Remember I used to live with my 3rd grade teacher |
Nowadays it’s 5000 for a feature |
Keep the hammer on me like that bitch legal |
Foreign outside, I used to drive a Regal |
Caught a dope case and I set it down |
Caught a pistol case and I set it down |
Interrogation room, I never made a sound |
Niggas from my hood’ll find out and lock it down |
Old murder, never snitch, never cross your nigga |
My young niggas trigger happy, ready to of your nigga |
I watch a nigga whack somethin' then get back |
(?) came home, they did send flat |
Semen everywhere, I’m from a (?) with my cock |
In a thick ass bitch but she can roll a blunt |
These niggas cuffin' these hoes, they can’t control a slut |
Especially when a rich nigga like me rollin' up |
5−0 tuned in, these niggas name droppin' |
All these niggas sneak dissin' since my name poppin' |
Bitch I was in the hood, cocaine shoppin' |
All these Rollies bust down with cocaine diamonds |
Your foreign and my foreign ain’t got the same options |
Forgiattos on that bitch got me lane hopping |
Just left the mall for a pair of red bottoms |
You was at the mall, nigga chain swapping |
Where I’m from, niggas die young |
I was one of them niggas outside young |
Been on the road too long, ain’t been to the hood |
I’m like 5 dollars sure, bitch that money good |
Don’t wear MCM but I’m your best M-C-M |
He three months late on his payments plus he leasin' them |
Free Jay Bay, he need money on his books |
So I’m taxin' niggas for these verses and these hooks |
Abusin' all this syrup got me gaining weight |
Bullets in my legs’ll never fade away |
Pour up with my niggas, probably fade a A |
I’m a seminary nigga to my fuckin' grave |
Remember when I used to wake up sell a nickel bag |
Moms begging me to stop |
Say how she afraid I’ma end up in a box |
In the field tote a Glock |
See a nigga outside then we on the ops |
Same routine every day till everybody shot |
Anyway young nigga ever since I was 15 been fuckin' on King |
17 knew Straight A |
Just to pull up shit nigga’s face |
Keep a .40 still up on my waist |
And fuck nigga play with No Limit we go shoot up the place |
Your bitch on my dick, won’t let me fuck her face |
2016, young K, yeah who wanna race? |
With a 30k out for the fuck up on my way to Chase |
Smoke an OG flyin' down the E-way pourin' 6s up |
Went like 6 months without the drink but I can’t give it up |
Bloody red and easter pink, fall asleep every time I bring |
And I’m leanin' hard, no difference, we got the .40 inside my jeans |
I’m addicted to Promethazine |
It be getting the best of me |
Hey, G Herbo |
150 dream team bitch, you already know who it is man |
Shout out to my nigga Philthy, city to city |