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philthy rich – funk or die lyrics

ok ok, it’s the mother f-cking kid, going in on this one, f-ck it, tiered of all you b-tch -ss n-gg-s man, street sh-t rap sh-t whatever you wanna call it, philthy, i hold it down for this east oakland street sh-t n-gg-, you know me n-gg- sem city, funk or die n-gg-, free mone, free mane, free dame, free wayne, free derwin n-gg-, ok ok look

[1st verse]
if it’s a problem the kid gon solve it
hit him with the revolver so the can’t solve it
i’m so mob i be waiting on you to rob me
keep my ice on so you know how to spot me
i bounce out on a n-gg- like stick’em up
since dre left n-gg- i don’t give a f-ck
they tell me calm down stick to this rap sh-t
but f-ck these b-tch -ss n-gg-s and this rap sh-t
see i’m a real n-gg- straight from sem city boy
ever feel disrespected, go and get the semi boy
and i can’t stop, i move like a mob boss
10 minutes later now his whole block taped off
and i ain’t squashing sh-t, i’m tripping for life
so all you b-tch -ss n-gg-s know it’s on sight
see it’s the kid and i don’t give a f-ck about a n-gg-
i’ll grab the ar and shoot the sh-t up outta n-gg- (philthy)

[chorus]
funk or die, yea ok ok philthy f-ck you rap n-gg-s, trap n-gg-s, whatever you wanna call yourself, philthy, dolla what up n-gg-, check my resume, hey, philthy

[2nd verse]
this rap sh-t crazy, a lot of n-gg-s hate me
but i don’t give a f-ck, cause’ now you n-gg-s pay me
i got my own cash
i get my own -ss
i got my own whips
get off my d-ck
i stick to the g code, you other n-gg-s ho’s
this real street sh-t, and you other n-gg-s know
f-ck you other n-gg-s talk behind a n-gg- back
i hit his -ss with that mack and blow up out his back
all you n-gg-s get on t.v. and holla town business
where the f-ck you at cause’ i don’t never see you n-gg-s
i’m in the trap all day posting with the k
my young n-gg-s on the block, posting with the yay
5 year felony with a stay away
but i don’t listen to sh-t, i don’t stay away
i gotta get the money, all you n-gg-s funny
funk or die b-tch, and all my n-gg-s gunning (philthy)

[chorus]
were i’m from n-gg- we (funk or die) funk or die n-gg-, trell what up n-gg-, fiend what up, tell these n-gg-s to get off a rich n-gg- d-ck, free tae tae, free bot, philthy

[3rd verse]
the hottest n-gg- in east oakland by far
and i ain’t never gave a f-ck what you n-gg-s thought
you f-cking rap n-gg-s, don’t make me clap n-gg-s
you know i like to talk sh-t up on these trash n-gg-s
but i keep it real, and that’s a different rich
get your money up, i’m all about the dividends
it’s young philthy rich, funk or die tatted
a n-gg- play leave him sick like a diabetic
i’m from the sem -i-n-a-r-y
you f-ck with one of my n-gg-s then you know we all ride
top to the block, sem city’s finest
if you looking for me boy i’m on seminary grinding
i’m good in the hood, 24’s on a body
young n-gg- in the hood just caught his first body
ey get off a rich n-gg- d-ck. why?
cause’ that’s b-tch n-gg- sh-t (philthy)

- philthy rich lyrics

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