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philthy rich - 36 zips lyrics

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[intro]
funk or die
division
we knocked your homie down and his people know it
young chris on the beat
ayy, it’s philthy, n-gg-
uh-huh, look

[chorus]
36 zips, you can smell the odor (swear to god)
in the kitchen cooking up a key of cola (skrrt, skrrt)
thirty on me, yeah, i keep a blower (i keep a blower)
we knocked your homie down and his people know it (philthy)
36 zips, you can smell the odor (swear to god)
in the kitchen cooking up a key of cola (skrrt, skrrt)
thirty on me, yeah, i keep a blower (i keep a blower)
we knocked your homie down and his people know it (look)

[verse 1]
b-tch, my catalogue too big to be sold (it is)
f-ck a rap check, n-gg-, i’m wrapping kilos (36)
n-gg- got robbed, had to blow it but didn’t blow (is that right?)
but got the nerve to diss me, mad about his ho (it’s philthy)
n-gg-s turning down fades in his county days (p-ssy)
all that gangster talk, n-gg-, we is not amazed (uh-uh)
you won’t k!ll nothin’ or let nothin’ die (swear to god)
he ain’t slide through the hood and let nothin’ fly (it’s philthy)
charge a n-gg- twenty thou’ if he want a verse (chump change)
my ex b-tch want some d-ck, my bottom want a purse (designer)
i be really on the block, not the internet (seminary)
i hit the birdie with the wop, he want his chicken back (skrrt, skrrt)

[chorus]
36 zips, you can smell the odor (swear to god)
in the kitchen cooking up a key of cola (skrrt, skrrt)
thirty on me, yeah, i keep a blower (i keep a blower)
we knocked your homie down and his people know it (philthy)
36 zips, you can smell the odor (swear to god)
in the kitchen cooking up a key of cola (skrrt, skrrt)
thirty on me, yeah, i keep a blower (i keep a blower)
we knocked your homie down and his people know it (look)

[verse 2]
start a challenge, how many rap n-gg-s can cook a brick? (how many)
and when the last time you n-gg-s ever hit a lick (never)
oh, he provided for his people and got his section straight? (that right?)
but your dead homie baby mama on section 8 (it’s philthy)
i sold dope on every block on seminary (swear to god)
before i shot a video on every block on seminary (swear to god)
to keep it real, the only body you caught was an abortion (p-ssy)
i was on 62nd if i wasn’t on fortune (it’s philthy)
man, these n-gg-s really broke, at war with theyself (broke n-gg-)
but b-tch, how you go from f-ckin’ me to f-ckin’ the help? (broke b-tch)
the dope game don’t last forever, n-gg-s ain’t clever (uh-uh)
get what you can, then get out, they p-ssin’ out them letters (ayy, do that)

[chorus]
36 zips, you can smell the odor (swear to god)
in the kitchen cooking up a key of cola (skrrt, skrrt)
thirty on me, yeah, i keep a blower (i keep a blower)
we knocked your homie down and his people know it (philthy)
36 zips, you can smell the odor (swear to god)
in the kitchen cooking up a key of cola (skrrt, skrrt)
thirty on me, yeah, i keep a blower (i keep a blower)
we knocked your homie down and his people know it

[outro]
in the kitchen cooking up a key of cola (skrrt, skrrt)
thirty on me, yeah, i keep a blower (i keep a blower)
we knocked your homie down and his people know it (philthy)



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