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philthy rich – heart colder lyrics

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[chorus: money man]
[?][0:01] in louis, these cartiers confusing
the shoes are versace, i don’t [?]
my exotic so potent, my b-tches, they chose
they italian, they smokin’, she twenty, she throw it
i sip it, i pour it
i spit this sh-t like a motherf-ckin’ poet
b-tch, i’m the realest, but i never wrote this sh-t
just like a horse, i just hopped on and rode it
i’m in a trackhawk and i can’t control it
i can’t have her play me just like a controller
do dash in the foreign, a lot on the motor
all these racks in my jeans got me feelin’ so bloated
got a b-tch at the crib and she wet like the ocean
knocked the head off the b-tch and i told her come over
got the bentley truck now, had to trade in the rover
i’m mixin’ my soda, my heart just be colder

[verse 1: money man]
like minnesota
[?][0:29], let it loose like i’m bipolar
all this loud in the house, got a loud odor
every n-gga in the struggle got love for me
all the plugs on the west that got bud for me
every day, gotta hit up the gun range
n-ggas ain’t got no heart, they just b-tch-made
i just purchased my lil’ b-tch a mustang
i been trappin’, lil’ n-gga, since eighth grade
everything that i’m burning that high grade
made a hundred k juggin’ [?][0:43]
i swear me and lil’ mama connected
when she with me, she feel so protected
this a ‘vette right here, that not a lexus
they show mad love when i go to texas
just to re-up, i went me a distance
i’ll come and end your existence
you got virgil, had four of the santan
finna go get a bag, i’m relentless
makin’ hits, ain’t got time for these b-tches
we gon’ see who can shoot this sh-t quickest
how you pull out a stick and ain’t hit sh-t?
i just find me a glitch, i’m the sl!ckest
i just poured me a four in some sunkist

[chorus: money man]
[?][0:01] in louis, these cartiers confusing
the shoes are versace, i don’t [?]
my exotic so potent, my b-tches, they chose
they italian, they smokin’, she twenty, she throw it
i sip it, i pour it
i spit this sh-t like a motherf-ckin’ poet
b-tch, i’m the realest, but i never wrote this sh-t
just like a horse, i just hopped on and rode it
i’m in a trackhawk and i can’t control it
i can’t have her play me just like a controller
do dash in the foreign, a lot on the motor
all these racks in my jeans got me feelin’ so bloated
got a b-tch at the crib and she wet like the ocean
knocked the head off the b-tch and i told her come over
got the bentley truck now, had to trade in the rover
i’m mixin’ my soda, my heart just be colder

[verse 2: philthy rich]
heart cold from all this pain, at club e11even on biscayne
ordered fifty-nine rosé bottles, i swear to god that i miss maine
in the rearview when i switch lanes, big 59, i done switched names
pull on side of this bentley truck, 7.62’s gon’ exchange
forty thou’ on these vv’s, two thou’ a tooth, the foreign powder blue
bad b-tch from chicago tryna pull up on me at the fontainebleau
had a fifty on me at tsa, they was all new, they was all blue
i ain’t count sh-t and you ain’t keepin’ sh-t, tell your supervisor better fall through
line him up for a b00by trap, bottle service at the b00bietrap
gucci on me, no coogi hat, big dawg, no scooby snack
my ex f-cked my enemy, but i ain’t bein’ petty, tryna get her back
just tell him keep my name out his mouth, ’cause that sneak dissin’ gon’ get him whacked, it’s philthy

[chorus: money man]
[?][0:01] in louis, these cartiers confusing
the shoes are versace, i don’t [?]
my exotic so potent, my b-tches, they chose
they italian, they smokin’, she twenty, she throw it
i sip it, i pour it
i spit this sh-t like a motherf-ckin’ poet
b-tch, i’m the realest, but i never wrote this sh-t
just like a horse, i just hopped on and rode it
i’m in a trackhawk and i can’t control it
i can’t have her play me just like a controller
do dash in the foreign, a lot on the motor
all these racks in my jeans got me feelin’ so bloated
got a b-tch at the crib and she wet like the ocean
knocked the head off the b-tch and i told her come over
got the bentley truck now, had to trade in the rover
i’m mixin’ my soda, my heart just be colder



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