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letra de ain’t got shit - philthy rich

[intro: hitman beatz]
ain’t got sh-t, these n-ggas ain’t got sh-t, these n-ggas ain’t got sh-t, these n-ggas ain’t got sh-t, they broke, ooh, ooh, aye
ain’t got sh-t, these b-tches ain’t got sh-t, these b-tches ain’t got sh-t, these b-tches ain’t got sh-t, they broke, ooh, aye, aye, aye, aye

[hook: hitman beatz]
ain’t got sh-t, these n-ggas ain’t got sh-t, these n-ggas ain’t got sh-t, these n-ggas ain’t got sh-t, they broke, ain’t got sh-t, these n-ggas ain’t got sh-t they broke, these n-ggas ain’t got sh-t they broke
ain’t got sh-t, these b-tches ain’t got sh-t, these b-tches ain’t got sh-t, these b-tches ain’t got sh-t, they broke, ain’t got sh-t, these b-tches ain’t got sh-t they broke, these n-ggas ain’t got sh-t they broke

[verse 1: philthy rich]
i say now these n-ggas ain’t got sh-t, done f-cked around lost his bottom b-tch
came home to phil n-gga, chose up on a real n-gga
these n-ggas ain’t got sh-t, xd no-stop clip
30 on it, bet not trip, f-ck around won’t make it to christmas
and my young n-ggas on that house l!ck
janitor no lock smith
better run in them keys n-gga before they run in and squeeze n-gga
these n-ggas ain’t got sh-t, i’m pink slip and they leasin
couple stacks on yo head boy have you knocked down by the evening
see these n-ggas ain’t got sh-t, talk about it but ain’t popped sh-t
still on that block sh-t, seminary that top sh-t
these n-ggas they broke hoe, giuseppe’s cost a band
another stack on my belt b-tch, it’s sem city money man
it’s philthy

[verse 2: rjmrla]
i’m with mop head n-ggas (ridin with them k!llas)
we go from cutlasses to drop head n-gga (ooooh, them phantoms)
we keep it money over hoes my n-gga (money over b-tches)
broke the religion now you broke, my n-gga, you a joke ass n-gga
knock it off n-gga, that ain’t that real sh-t it’s that knock off n-gga
hey
i got my n-ggas
but i ain’t got no time for broke, that’s hammer time n-gga, i’m countin mine n-gga
hold up, trusting a b-tch ain’t gon get ya dough up
you know us, kick in the door and lifting the floor up
that flexing on ig you look just like a l!ck
i get to scrolling through them pics i think i know that b-tch
you broke
she broke too
cuz i broke her
and she broke you

[verse 3: hitman beatz]
these n-ggas ain’t got sh-t, they broke
i’m pouring up some purple in the faygo
below zero swag i’m too cold
blowing loud that k!ll what i smoke
my kicks new, my fit’s true, i’m flexing
broke n-ggas come get some lessons
we getting money over here n-gga, no question
k!lled the club ain’t even need no weapon
hitman beatz hottest n-gga in vegas
burnt b-tches ain’t got sh-t so they hatin
i’m married to that money we ain’t dating
getting money that’s the operation

- philthy rich

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