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phillybul - veggie drip lyrics

[intro]
yeah
phillybul

[verse 1]
i said my razor cuttin’ thru black electrical tape
open the dog food and throw it on my dog plate
f+ckin’ real, my dog ate, that’s seven plus another one
that’s two quarters, that’s a half a one, we do like every run, n+gga
and i come check when it’s done
when it’s done, a check come
a f+ckin’ fortune, 12 scorchin’, when they come check what we done
and, yeah, that’s me, street lebron in that two+seat
gold wings on them giuseppe when i’m flyin’ thru the city
with the 9 millimeter frying pan right with me
fry the man when it strike ’em, fly the man out a nike
go ahead and try find ’em, ain’t another n+gga like me
she with me, but, most likely, to another man she wifey
and, yeah, n+gga, it’s phillybul on my shirt ain’t no versace
i represent the work out money cocaine pilate
from the hood of the grimy, snake n+ggas is slimey
k+9 units, they be stickin’ they tail right behind me
chasing me thru the city, thinkin’ they ’bout to get ’em
’cause every time that i’m parkin they getting they cameras ready
’cause, bul, i’m quick to push a brick thru the hood like a chevy
’cause bul all of these veggies got me saucy like spaghetti, boy
[chorus]
(ay+yo)
i be on my veggie drip
feed my watches carrots, feed my pockets cabbages
(potato) stuffed on the barrel of automatic
throw that sh+t like a tomato
they catch it, they drip the ketchup
(ay+yo, ay+yo)
i be on my veggie drip
i be burnin’ broccoli, turn tha sh+t to ashes
(ay, potato) stuffed on the barrel of the ‘matic
throw that sh+t like tomato, you veggie+drippin’ the ketchup
(boy)

[verse 2]
and parole let me escape up out of them gates, so
it’s on go, trap mode only way that it’s gon’ go
my p.o. keep p+ssin’ me shorty, p+ssin’ me off so
i clean off all of my p+ss like it was a wash load
fo sho, it’s all ’bout instagrammin’ my photo
my live go ham but it be turnin’ to beef, though
i’m pablo, matter fact i’m the philly el chapo
diego, my dirty 9 millimeter on payroll (ay+yo)
i met my connect in jail up on state road
c.f. c.f. and now i became a piece of a leggo
now, n+gga, yo, phillybul is guns ‘n’ roses in philadel+
rock ‘n’ roll when i bang+bang heavy metal in all them n+ggas’ wheel
on go, n+gga, yo, ain’t no stoppin’ to how we feel
steady mobbin’ with billy guns, maximizin’ them dollar bills
now, n+gga, yo, you can tell that sh+t fly, look at the wings on it
so fly the trap
phone gon’ fly, look at all the rings on it
[chorus]
(ay+yo)
i be on my veggie drip
feed my watches carrots, feed my pockets cabbages
(potato) stuffed on the barrel of automatic
throw that sh+t like a tomato
they catch it, they drip the ketchup
(ay+yo, ay+yo)
i be on my veggie drip
i be burnin’ broccoli, turn tha sh+t to ashes
(ay, potato) stuffed on the barrel of the ‘matic
throw that sh+t like tomato, you veggie+drippin’ the ketchup
(boy)

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