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philthy rich – get a load of me (remix) lyrics

[chorus: 211]
two seater, trynna get ’em both to go with me
presidential rollie, tell them b-tches “vote for me”
champagne-in’, campaign-in’ she all over me
on the set, wait ’til she get a load of me (load of me)
load of me, b-tches get a load of me
get a load of me, b-tches get a load of me
presidential rollie, tell them b-tches “vote for me”
on the set, wait ’til she get a load of me (load of me)

[verse 1: 211]
get a load of me, g-g-get a load of me
yellow gold rosary my earring cost a quarter key
quarter pound roll with me, she just wanna roll with me
hit a couple times now she actin’ like she go with me
throw her in, throw a duece, oh that’s just my side hoe
thirty bands for that time piece, so that f-ck sh-t i got no time fo’ (nahhh)
a7 the audi, hit the gas and i’m outtie (gone!)
all hunnits i’m countin’ if it’s no limits i’m ’bout it
full clip and i’m loaded, drunk as f-ck and she rollin’
presidential that rollie, i’m campaignin’ she votin’
ronald reagan i’m that dope
jfk with my top back
i’m gettin’ money, i’m f-ckin’ hoes
i f-cks ‘er hard and she like that

[chrous]

[verse 2: philthy]
i say now broke b-tch get a load of me
this maserati, make ’em notice me
this white ice in my rosary and i’m true’d up like i’m ‘posed to be
my young n-gg- – he locked up
he just called her a 2-11
sin city to inglewood, shouts out my n-gg- 2eleven
just slide through, i’m in the hood
that’s one place he can’t be
he talk about it but ain’t about it
just pull up and you will see
a real n-gg- since day one, fake n-gg- i ain’t one
sin city where the heat from
i knock em down with that kick drum
you better get yo money up
these rap n-gg-s don’t wanna beef
i supply the funds, i supply these guns
then have these n-gg-s turn up the heat
them other n-gg-s just animated, these bad hoes infatuated
i tell that b-tch to get a load of me then p-ss back my jordan n-gg-
it’s philthy

[chrous]

[verse 3: ice burgandy]
i’m what you call a line, i’m a pills person
got my own line, secret service
do my d-mn thang, campaign
she don’t see me buy barrels in bank page
red bone, got a red bottom
four hundred dollars got me in prada
‘nother hundred dollars [?]
tell them b-tches they better vote for me
she my girl, you trynna hold for me?
[?]…wasn’t in the kitchen b-tch you know it’s me
i’m filthy rich, i’m a livewire
sharp as f-ck, barbed wire
pull up in that same two seater, you got [?] b-tch [?]
i bet them b-tches notice me, i got four b-tches trynna roll with me
i keep that sh-t ganstga and b-tches on me like they supposed to be
i paid 50 pounds of [?] for the new rollie
ice down to the crown i call it midget mollie

[chrous]

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