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letra de east side niggas - philthy rich

[verse 1: philthy rich]
look
take the [?] walk away scott free
i’ll take it to trial, and we both can get a five piece
i ain’t never punched the clock or a time sheat
but i was really on that block, with a nine piece
yacht master, cost a whole hundred
2022 [?], nother 4 something
these n-ggas rap cap, llike ain’t never sold nothing
intairigation room, ain’t never told nothing
from the eastside life, i’ve been fighting the feds
you ever had a half a million stuffed under your bed?
lil mama bad, but shе good with her head
he might just gеt a bag, if she do what i said

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
always geeking off the lean, take a four to the head
look cudi tweeking off them beans, lil bro off the xans
drink the purp right uot the bottle, we pour up the red
i get 50000 for a show, on the road with the fiends
[?] on my maybach, had to bless the tires
[?] n-ggas act like cops, we gotta check for wires
i’m sick as h-ll, you got fake cuban, boy, your neck a lier
[?] the cookie bolls with some [?] stretch the fire
we was f-cked up in them trentches, now we filthy rich
got 20 chains at my show, i feel like philthy rich
threw a b-tton on that glock, this b-tch gon’ really switch
pull up on the block, it’s 30 foreigns and like 50 sticks
[verse 3: just bang]
look
eh, this carti on my wrist, this b-tch like 30 some
told the b-tch don’t bring the wok, she better not pour me none
last week, i just seen phil spend a hundred some
he looked at me like lil bro, you know this sh-t is nothing
i just got like ten for what’s her name, i told her keep it coming
just f-cked my n-gga baby mama, tryna keep her coming
keep it off the net if n-ggas saw me, n-ggas, send me some
i got a switch on every gun, don’t gotta push a b-tton
trackhalk, keep that b-tch in nutral, baby, keep it running
bounce out, hit a n-gga window, i just [/?] a hundred
them ain’t cartis on your face, you lil boy’s a lier
b-tches on my d-ck, they sucking hard, just like a pacifier
them ain’t cartis on your face, you lil boy’s a lier
b-tches on my d-ck, they sucking hard, just like a pacifier

[verse 4: peezy]
pull up on me now, come suck and f-ck on me, you feel me?
young n-gga paid [?] vvs’s, now he think he [?]
slide through the section, don’t need protection, i got my own bl!ck
i give your ass a bag, you f-ck it up, you better not ask for sh-t
been ducking feds [?] keep that on the low
still have nightmares in my bed, ’bout them kicking in the door
real street n-gga, ain’t no smoke or nothing on me
ain’t no stane or nothing on my jacket
i ain’t got nothing on my t–th
when they came and sn-tched me up, i did my time, keep it [?]
i don’t need n-ggas vouch for me, my paperwork and paper speak
i’m from seeder grove street
6 myle boys ain’t ducking [?]
you know how we bleed
we got perkasets and wok pints, but them b-tches green
rooky tried to overcharge me, f-ck you think i’m green?

- philthy rich

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