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philthy rich – fully switch lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sh+t, that’s a danny g beat)
(funk or die)
(d+mn, jakesand)

[verse 1: stanwill]
look alive and keep your face up out your phone
i ain’t spit a verse, she got me cummin’ off the dome
i can’t read no minds, you gotta tell me what you want
she gon’ let me f+ck ’cause i be doing what you don’t
stupid+ass b+tch tryna judge me off my zodiac
made a field goal, somebody show me where the rollies at
reachin’ for a chain, we send his ass wherever kobe at
think she wanna f+ck ’cause it ain’t nowhere they don’t know mе at
[verse 2: toohda band$]
yeah, i’m with the sh+ttyboyz, but we’ll gеt p+ssy
pull up to the trap, baggin’ packs, let’s get busy
fully switch on a g30, this my new glizzy
bro said if we finna slide, don’t use semis
these some g+stars on my ass, i don’t do d+ckies
b+tch can’t even touch me, she ain’t payin’, i don’t do hickies
free john, we was in the fin with like two fifties
i was sipping red way before i even knew trippie

[verse 3: babytron]
my headhunter from the east, i scoop her, then i shoot west
scam, swipe, jugg, jam, ping, what i do best
two+five+eight freeway, i don’t do rest
7.62s, .223s, you gon’ need two vests
never sold a drug, b+tch, i’m mr. drop a fluke check
outta town blowing ‘za, chillin’ on the pool deck
hundred+rounder, fifty+rounder, we don’t really do steps
hitman, take you out the game like you got two techs

[verse 4: skinny t]
we can get it started, n+gga, let’s get it poppin’
i had to get my ass up out the hood, ’cause i ain’t have no option
i’m smoking cookie, chilling at the crib, my b+tch know i’m poppin’
told steve f+ck that kel+tec, let’s get a bigger chopper
i ain’t wanna hit that lil’ b+tch, i’m tryna f+ck her partner
i used to f+ck with dude, but he ain’t cool, i’m tryna snipe my partner
[verse 5: trdee]
ayy, knowin’ i’m the cheater, treat my b+tches like my math test
real fraud bet, made a hundred in my last tech
j+u+double+g, i made triple than your last check
dee a splash bro, he shoot from range, you can ask steph
blower on me, he a hot head, we get him air conditioned
only brought these ugly+ass shoes ’cause you can’t wear them b+tches
extendo on the glock ’bout longer than your b+tch hair extension
run it up for real, my acls, i might tear them b+tches

[verse 6: philthy rich]
look, my b+tches’ asses fake, but they money real
i done seen at least ten, but need a hundred mil’
told my white b+tch she can go to h+ll
drop a dub in my account, paypal or zelle
gave gary all blues, he gave me vs1s
atf kicked my door, search warrant for guns
two b+tches in my bed, but i ain’t f+ck neither
she actin’ stingy with the p+ssy ’cause i wouldn’t eat her

[outro]
(ooh, sh+t, that’s a danny g beat)
(d+mn, jakesand)

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