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letra de love & hip hop - philthy rich

[intro]
it’s philthy, n-gg-
fake love
there’s a whole bunch of that sh-t goin’ around
n-gg-s could keep it, though
huh
look

[verse]
side ho in la in the condo (is that right?)
hundred thou cash on me, i need nine mo’ (ayy, i need that)
never listen to a broke n-gg- convo (never)
vvss on my neck, no rhinestones (bust down)
four pockets full like i’m from atlanta (4-p-f)
sh-ttin on these appers, i ain’t got no manners (uh-uh, n-gg-)
i ain’t in the club if i ain’t got no hammer (i keep it on)
whole squad savage, rest in peace santana (ayy rest in peace)
still throwin tech up in the two liter (syrup)
packs of gelato, n-gg-, who need it? (k!ll zone)
that b-tch skinny dippin’ cause the pool heated (b-tch)
they p-ssin’ out pistols to the school teachers (it’s phil!)
they think i got a sponsor, i’m in all this gucci (design)
young fly n-gg- like i’m son of lucci (why’s that?)
bad asian b-tch lookin’ like hiruchi(b-tch)
n-bu in malibu, order me the sushi (eat it up)
i used to f-ck that b-tch on the air mattress (swear to god)
my brother just called for a care package (free jay pay)
homicide, tryna use a scare tactic (is that right?)
i keep a tuck spot if they dare jack us (it’s phil!)
lies in your raps, i gave them the truth (i gave them the truth)
a hundred pair of rays, i gave ’em to the youth (i gave ’em to the youth)
i only wore ’em once so they was barely used (i swear to god)
no i ain’t make the paper, i ain’t make the news (it’s philthy, n-gg-)
n-gg-s locked up, doin’ all day (solid)
“will you accept the charges?” what the call say (h-llo?)
a b-tch down at the garden on broadway (stomp down)
and the b-tch at mitch-ll brothers named shorty (it’s phil!)
fashionova all on my portland b-tch (is that right?)
she like when i record her while she suckin’ d-ck (she like that sh-t)
make sure you count the money ‘fore you turn a trick (ayy, do that!)
and you can get some money with my other b-tch (trill)
miss nicki baby lookin’ thick as f-ck (she know she is)
yeah, i be in her dms ’cause i’m tryna f-ck (you know i am)
i heard she was a hustler, we could run it up (run it up)
and turn my main b-tch into a runner up (b-tch, you a runner up)
love & hip-hop on the big screen (on the big screen)
b-tch, this a eighty-inch, it cost me ten gs (it cost me ten gs)
pull up on sem and get you ten kis (and get you ten kis)
royalty salon, come get a quick weave
it’s philthy

- philthy rich

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