| I’d rather cut 'em all the way off
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| Gotta have a worker in you but be all the way boss (Word)
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| I tried to win but I all the way lost
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| I was all the way lost, had to find my way back
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| So I’m cookin' up now, now I’m all in the sauce
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| Now I’m all in my thoughts like I’m greater than a Jedi (Great)
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| Meanin' I’m all of the Force
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| Half Vader, half Luke when I sit in the coupe
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| You wouldda knew if you been in the loop (You wouldda knew)
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| I’m on the hunt for who’s hidden the truth
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| And who’s hidden the fruit
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| Fuckin' with me is like bendin' a tooth, hah
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| You could you could bet it snap (You could bet)
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| Lose somethin', you bet it back, niggas layin', the metal clap
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| In a tight spot? |
| You better scrap
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| You got bars, you better rap
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| Never told you a better fact (Never)
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| May the Beamer be wet, may the Benz be wet
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| May you friends show love and enemies be checked (Just like that)
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| And may you keep it like that to the day of your death, hey
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| Shit’s crazy, on my whole squad, guilty
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| I don’t need these bitches and my hood feel me
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| As they covered in this shit, my shit silky
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| Every time I see her up, I do 'em filthy
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| Filthy, I do 'em filthy
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| Every time I see her up, I do 'em filthy
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| Mixed the Sour with the Henny 'cause it heal me
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| With all these scars up on my body they can’t kill me
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| Blood, sweat, and tears when I high’d up
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| Money could buy love, that’s a lie, it can’t even buy luck (Ah)
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| Get merc’d over nine bucks 'cause he need a dime, never took the time to put in
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| the hard (Sucker)
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| Are you the dick that got jerked for not puttin' God first?
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| All I know is hustle and hard work (All I know)
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| Sinnin' but I’m grinnin' 'cause I’m winnin'
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| Slept on the floor, it feel good to buy linen (It feel good)
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| It feel good to buy silk, I don’t think about guilt
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| If you ever been hungry, it feel good to buy milk
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| I’m hopin' that it’s almond, hopin' that it’s oat (Oat)
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| 'Cause the man tryna kill us when we simply tryna smoke
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| Make a lot of money, yeah, we simply tryna grow (Just tryna grow), damn
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| But maybe simple ain’t good enough
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| Execute a plan where the hood is up (Let's execute)
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| Where everybody’s grand, yeah, we stoodin' up
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| Shit’s crazy, on my whole squad, guilty
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| I don’t need these bitches and my hood feel me
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| As they covered in this shit, my shit silky
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| Every time I see her up, I do 'em filthy
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| Filthy, I do 'em filthy
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| Every time I see her up, I do 'em filthy
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| Mixed the Sour with the Henny 'cause it heal me
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| With all these scars up on my body they can’t kill me
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| Shit’s crazy, on my whole squad, guilty
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| I don’t need these bitches and my hood feel me
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| As they covered in this shit, my shit silky
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| Every time I see her up, I do 'em filthy
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| Filthy, I do 'em filthy
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| Every time I see her up, I do 'em filthy
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| Mixed the Sour with the Henny 'cause it heal me
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| With all these scars up on my body they can’t kill me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Filthy , by - Styles P. Song from the album S.P. The GOAT: Ghost of All Time, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп