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letra de sip my pain away - philthy rich

[verse 1: joe blow]
blow
check a real n-gg- out though
i’m addicted to the syrup so i sip a pint a day
while these broke n-gg-s fading up on tryna buy an eighth
and it’s f-cking with my breathing
i swear i’m tryna change
but i’m addicted to this sh-t
plus i’m getting it by the crate
riding with this new b-tch
cute thick by the waist
but i ain’t even f-cking with you b-tch
unless you tryna pay
always pour up with my n-gg-s
but when it to the face i don’t need a chase n-gg-
cause i’m sipping on it straight
n-gg-s wanna show their pimping
keep some b-tches in they scr-pe
i ain’t never with these hoes
cause them b-tches on a date
keep 2 40’s with 30’s i keep 60 on the waist
name a n-gg- hot as me and philthy rich up in the bay
bet you can’t, i swear these other n-gg-s int he way
we the realest n-gg-s in it since dre
i keep nodding off cause i’ve been sipping all day
still give it to you broad day right on broadway

[hook: philthy rich]
i say it’s syrup in my styrofoam
i’m tryna sip my pain away
can’t kick the habit
so i drink about a pint a day
i say i drink about a pint a day
can’t kick the habit
so i drink about a pint a day
it’s syrup in my styrofoam
i’m tryna sip my pain away
can’t kick the habit
so i drink about a pint a day
i say i drink about a pint a day
syrup in my styrofoam
i drink about a pint a day

[verse 2: philthy rich]
an eighth in the liter got me flashing on my bottom b-tch
the syrup man dry and i’ve been tryna cop another brick
smoking on sativa and indica
i ain’t into selling pistols and i ain’t leaning
unless you immediate by blood we related
my loyalty we family it’s k!llas all around me
drunk all the purple now i’m f-cking with this red
tryna drink my pain away cause it been f-ckin’ with my head
i’m a nothing -ss n-gg- with a million dollar mind state
ashes on my true jeans b-tch won’t you drive state
3 bands n-gg- what i spent on these red bottoms
broke -ss n-gg-s don’t understand where i got em
cause i remember days i was rocking x jays
don’t forget the 900, two bricks for the 900
(?) special bought 3 so everybody could eat
out of school by 3 to get off the rest of my (?)

[verse 3: the jacka]
everyday i sip glue
to forget what i been through
ma say she be right back
but she ain’t comin’ home
uh, twist a bat sip another zone
smoke 30 shots
nothing but knocks call my phone
the ‘jects is where we all done grown
move with real n-gg-s
murdering everywhere i’ve gone
young hitta sippin’ bo with no sickness
or doctor’s prescriptions
i ain’t even tripping with em
long as everybody listens, n-gg-
but i’d rather just body victims
slide through, over the roof and let the shottie lift em
all my life repped the mob cause i started with em
my n-gg-s here from out of town i send a car to get ’em
mafia, hood n-gg-s that’s popular
30 in my 9, ain’t got time to sock you up
feds on my line they outside binoculars
still dumping sh-lls on my ride like a taco truck
meck tryna give me his line but all he got is (?)
pour eighth in my sprite cause tree don’t get us high enough
ill n-gg-s ready to die but they ain’t fly as us

- philthy rich

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