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letra de philosophy - slug † christ

[intro: kemet dank]
oh slug christ, may you burn in h-ll forever
real big boy sh-t, big boy bands
big boy drugs, big boy loud
big boy gas
hahahahaha

[hook: kemet dank & slug † christ]
i get so high, i get so blunted
i get f-ckin all this money
keep my mouth closed, i’on say nothin’
can’t talk for less than a onion
i get so high, i get so blunted
i get f-ckin all this money
keep my mouth closed, i’on say nothin’
can’t talk for less than a onion
philosophy, ay
philosophy
d-mn, philosophy
lots of fee, lots of fee
i’m chargin lots of fees, ay
that’s my philosophy
lots of fee, lots of fee
i’m chargin lots of fees

[verse 2: kemet dank]
live and you learn, let the sage burn
boy it’s your turn to go get the burn
i’mma teach a boy and i’m f-ckin’ learnin
boy i’m h-lla stern and i’ll f-ck a stern
call me howard stern, no radio
boy i take yo’ hoe and leave a radio
straight stupid dumb, lookin’ like cuba
boy i take the ice cubes and send yo’ ass to cuba
boy you just got f-ckin’ banished, you a f-ckin’ b-st-rd
l!ck my f-ckin’ assh0l-
i’m a motherf-ckin’ god boy
i’m chillin’ with the gods, boy
what you want witcha, ahh
i’on even know ya
i’on know where ya came from
i’on wanna know boy
leave ya’ sh-t to yourself
take a sh-t by yourself, clean yoself up
[hook: kemet dank & slug † christ]
i get so high, i get so blunted
i get f-ckin all this money
keep my mouth closed, i’on say nothin’
can’t talk for less than a onion
i get so high, i get so blunted
i get f-ckin all this money
keep my mouth closed, i’on say nothin’
can’t talk for less than a onion
philosophy, ay
philosophy
d-mn, philosophy
lots of fee, lots of fee
i’m chargin lots of fees, ay
that’s my philosophy
lots of fee, lots of fee
i’m chargin lots of fees

[verse 2: lil tracy]
anything you can do, we can do
stay true, that’s the true
smoke that boof
thirsty b-tch, yung bruh cop a juice
spark the kush, smell like someone pourin’ juice
my philosophy is smoke another blunt
you don’t smoke? well that n—a must be drunk
what’s yo b-tch philosophy of me?
tracy h-lla pretty, smokin’ trees
[verse 3: slug † christ]
i don’t wanna hear ya’
i dont wanna sleep
i don’t wanna be there, sh-t is [?]
one, two, three more feens, then i think ’bout six more feens
i just wanna live inside my f-ckin ‘jeans
f-ck reality
i rule myself from the equasion
there’s no room left
we out here wastin’
what’s that that you want from me?
it’s gonna cost ya, nothin’ ain’t free
i’m chargin’ lots of fees
that’s my philosophy

- slug † christ

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