| Wood on the beat
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| Yeah
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| It’s Rio, nigga, Da Yung OG
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| Boyz in this bitch, what up, Philthy? |
| (The realest)
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| It’s Rio, you wanna talk shit, get at me
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| Bitch, I feel like Deebo when Craig threw that brick at him
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| All that shit you sayin' cap, you need to quit rappin'
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| All I talk is dope, they need to put me in a brick wrapper
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| I’m the youngest OG, hope that make sense to you
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| If you ain’t got on jewelry in the club, you invisible
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| Old K and two Glocks on me, I’m invincible
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| You run off with a gram, I’ma kill you, it’s just the principle
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| I’m off a half a pint right now, I’m kinda tipsy
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| I’m talkin' 'bout an eight of red, bitch, not no liquor
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| Five grams in a Backwood, I hate the taste of Swishers
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| I don’t trick, but if she bald-headed, I’ll pay for interest
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| My nigga Philthy Big 59, I’m from the 810
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| Used to shoot balls, now I sell hookahs, I don’t play no more
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| Used to be broke, sittin' back chillin' like the pape' gon' grow
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| On trees, but now I chase it, I don’t wait no more (Hey)
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| I’m a motherfuckin' lean head
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| Green camouflage on the Glock, but the beam red
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| Sixty for the R’s, but charge a hundred to the bean heads
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| Shoot you in your head while you sleep, how you gon' dream dead?
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| I’m a motherfuckin' lean head
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| Green camouflage on the Glock, but the beam red
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| Sixty for the R’s, but charge a hundred to the bean heads (Ayy, it’s Philthy,
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| nigga)
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| Shoot you in your head while you sleep, how you gon' dream dead? |
| (Uh-huh, look)
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| My bitch don’t follow me, but she follow my opps
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| When five-O hit the block, I just swallow my rocks
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| My uncle sellin' dope out my granny house
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| A nigga snitchin' from my hood, I bet we ran him out
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| Boyz ENT, free the Ghetto
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| I ain’t never won an award or a medal
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| But I bet I count a couple million a few times
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| I just ate a Cup O’Noodles on the futon
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| Wells and Chase shut down both bank accounts
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| If you chase the sucker down, you better make it count
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| Pretty shell, this shit gettin' overrided manually
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| Need an approval through the bank, that’s family
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| Da Yung OG, that’s Rio
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| Big 59, that’s me though
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| I don’t sip lean no more, I had to kick the habit
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| Send them niggas to your funeral, make 'em flip the casket, it’s Philthy
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| I’m a motherfuckin' lean head
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| Green camouflage on the Glock, but the beam red
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| Sixty for the R’s, but charge a hundred to the bean heads
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| Shoot you in your head while you sleep, how you gon' dream dead?
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| I’m a motherfuckin' lean head
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| Green camouflage on the Glock, but the beam red
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| Sixty for the R’s, but charge a hundred to the bean heads
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| Shoot you in your head while you sleep, how you gon' dream dead? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dream Dead , by - Philthy Rich. Song from the album Hometown Hero, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп