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phillip wolf – off the rip lyrics

right off the rip
i’m prolly somewhere laid up with your chick
f-ck her then i call her up a lyft
and i don’t gotta try no more
gotta bad b-tch outside my door
only find peace when i ride my course like
north side, north side, i run it
east side, east side, i run it
west side, west side, i run it
south side, south side

(phillip wolf)
i got a feeling that my baby face is fooling you
you think i struggle, but so subtly i’m moving through
i got a mission like corrupted politicians
it’s just f-ck what’s in my way
and getting up on what i’m gifted with
kicking back i sip my fifth and level up my fit to compliment
what i been doing, curvy women i’m pursuing, lesean mccoy how i be juking, i skip them feelings, i don’t do them
don’t got a type i’ll prove it, that body like the music
spend all day thinking bout your ex man, think you need the next plan, i could be your next man baby
i’ll be running down your body with the left hand, then after the night, use the right, for my keys on the bed stand

right off the rip
prolly somewhere laid up with your b-tch
f-ck her then i call her up a lyft
and i don’t gotta try no more
gotta bad chick outside my door
only find peace when i ride my course like
north side, north side, i run it
east side, east side, i run it
west side, west side, i run it
south side, south side

(ajax )
i’m like oh nelly
you prolly love my midwest sw-ng (you do)
i’m like don’t tell me, you prolly want to know my name (you do)
technically you not my girl
but sometimes it feels the same
plus you take over my world with your pinky and your brain
you know thats gang though
i be riding around from a to b
call her jane doe, the way she always copping weed for me
i, still working angles until i’m where i need to be
i’m, still chasing fame though, so don’t you call me avery
i, stack, stack, then i back it up, got a new b-tch
who which you knew who is bad as f-ck
and my old b-tch, yeah she still mad as f-ck
but when i’m moving on, they both out of luck
i just pull up
then i pull out
i just roll up
then i roll out
its funny the things you care about when you unaware of my wearabouts

(collin gee)
yeah, south, uh
southside where i live
got your girl inside my crib
you prolly blowin up her line
wondering where she has been
i pick up my phone, just got a text, says are you home?
wanna have s-x?
i reply yes
put her on game
she calling me papi, but thats not my name
ayy
posted up in the club
taking shots at the bar
she know imma stud
so she hop in the car
now she phoning her friends
and their going both ways
they both love the blow
now its snowin for days
they dont even know my age
they just want to ride my wave
i’m like thats okay
we can just play
let be vague
i’ll hit you up, you can roll through
i just rolled something, we can smoke too
and i’ll eat you out, thats soul food
forget about your man, he’s old news

- phillip wolf lyrics

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