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letra de black excellence - philthy rich

[intro: philthy rich & allblack]
yeah, it’s philthy, n-gg-
uh-huh
i go by the name of allblack, all caps, one word
thank you
look

[verse 1: philthy rich]
hottest n-gg-s from the east, allblack and philth’ (swear to god)
asian plug on the tech, tryna crack a seal (syrup)
free jakori smith, original sti (ayy, free my n-gg-)
five-nine on my neck, call me 25 (bust down)
rest in peace jimmy wopo, gotta keep the wop, though (you know i do)
hundred b-tches in the stable like i run the brothel (a hundred of ’em)
exclusive game in atlanta for this custom drip (designer)
angola facin’ life, free my brother dip (it’s philthy)
tell dream doll i had a wet dream about her (ayy, tell that b-tch)
no pistols in my pics but never seen without it (i keep it on me)
ain’t a n-gg- in the bay, whole team icy (uh-uh)
man, them n-gg-s in the way, it really seem like it (suckers)
ask your b-tch where i’m from, i bet she tell you n-gg- (seminary)
i left this d-ck on her tongue, oh she ain’t tell you, n-gg-? (oh she ain’t tell?)
they always want to hold you to a higher standard (is that right?)
and if you make it where i’m from, them n-gg-s can’t stand you (philth’)
my ex-b-tch watchin’ all my ig snaps (b-tch)
i called her from a blocked number and told her, “relax” (h-llo?)
when i shout n-gg-s out, they bring it up in court (is that right?)
point guard on my team, i bring it up the court (funk or die)
i took a pay cut so i could win later (double back)
n-gg-s showin’ fake love because they real haters (p-ssy)
n-gg-s think it’s rap beef until they get whacked (ayy, do that)
let you n-gg-s k!ll yourself off and sit back

[verse 2: allblack]
put your motherf-ckin’ hands down
‘fore i get mad and start ping-pong slappin’ you around
talkin’ all this big cash, yet scr-pin’ up nickels
when all you got left is change in a jar that hold pickels
molly and a whole fifth of that dog, upgraded my mental
strap on his face like a teenager with thirty pimples
smash, i got that glock in the rental
freeway skit on a-80, had to exit on whipple
runnin’ for miles, call me forrest, but i’m not crippled
it’s a moon roof in that range, they keep turnin’ up
big dice game on twado carpet, watch me clean it up
four ounce of that tan in that duffle, that’s twelve thousand bucks
lost it all on the dice, i walked home that night
finna rob the hood truck, i ain’t finna think twice
eighty round spit out this fully, disconnect your life
and i’ll still knock your b-tch with no ice
ain’t even run a whole lap and they already spooked
thought i was done, i came out speakin’ pure facts off the tooth
talkin’ guns but won’t ever shoot
i bet a dub, you hit foothill, we gon’ flip a coupe
everybody say i changed and switched lanes, just for show i did
i can’t hang around no lames simpin’ to a b-tch
f-ck instagram, pull up on me, we can get it in
keep runnin’ from me, i’ma pull up at your mama’s crib

- philthy rich

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