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ade - whatchu want phil lyrics

[verse 1: phil ade]

sitting in the back of the cl-ss
i’m p-ssed out
if this the future for my -ss
i’m -ssed out
cast out of mama house
looking for the proper outlet to get out these bars
cause i ain’t out yet
i’m out set to make this thing happen
your facts backward
you got it pig latin
got a knack for the rappin’
and a lac for the yappin’
only whack n-ggas do
punk n-ggas quit that
and i’m halfway in the door
what should i be bitter for
label me as local
but they play me out in singapore
that’s what im in it for
won’t catch me in a ford
trynna ride phantom with a mini bar in the door
down kenilworth
got ’em all on red alert
hit the j till it’s low
you can call it jennifer
md center though
rep it to the fullest
i’m a royal fam king
ya’ll don’t like to eat a bullet

[hook: phil ade] x2

whatchu want phil
hard b-ss on the track
whatchu want phil
put my state on the map
whatchu want phil
to make a way for my team
my name up in lights phil a-d-e

[verse 2: phil ade]

up and down u street
kickin’ it bruce lee
tell the veterans i’m on they heels bootsie
collins avenue with a bad b-tch i have to do
i don’t book youngins
i thumb ’em and then they chapter through
the future in the morning say good afternoon
full of hot air i swear you n-ggas is half balloon
backstage got smoke filling up half the room
tell them n-ggas pay me half or i’mma have to move
nudie jacket and jeans i got my denim up
venomous in my enemies -ss like enemas
rent a bus
fill it with rappers and then send em up
better bucked in than f-ckin’ with me i’m still celibate
life’s a b-tch and i would tell her
but a n-gga got cl-ss
plus i ain’t an -ss can’t you tell it boy
i’d rather sell a bunch of dreams until i get it
and when i die laughing my face will say i did it

[hook: phil ade] x2

[verse 3: phil ade]

oh my god oh my god
is what they yell i give ’em h-ll i’m on my job
not burning i’m building bridges i’m on my todd
give ’em dope that’s what i’m dealing i’m on my bob
this ain’t no facade ain’t putting on a persona
i just dropped beat i get guap per sonnet
hip hop my genre i’m pushing it beyond a
limit you trippin’ but i ain’t caring ya’ll diner
the king of one liners clothes is designer
hoes make ’em sign up pick ’em out a lineup
keep ’em fresh line up nike airs tied up
diddy of my city but you can’t lock my shine up
yeah i’m worldwide my n-gga
still at your house party trynna find the liquor
in a chevrolet pickup with the speakers on blast
when i walk up in the club whatchu think they gonna ask

[hook: phil ade] x2

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