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philthy rich - penny pinching lyrics

[intro: g.t.]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n+ggas)
f+ck they talkin’ ’bout? we in the d right now
philthy just pulled up (funk or die)
ayy, i’ma take off right here, though
vezz, you come right after me
ayy

[verse 1: g.t.]
you can never f+ck my b+tch, boy, you be penny pinchin’
i’m really up, i pro’d up sixty racks, it took me twenty minutes
my right arm swole, i feel like popeye off a can of spinach
it’s probably ’cause i got on two presis like i want attention
you know they finished
if i wing my actual ho, you know i’m hittin’
deep dish forgiatos, when i stop, the f’s still spinnin’
my chain cost a hundred f+ckin’ thousand, man, this sh+t ignant
my b+tch ain’t got no waist, and when i f+ck, i go deep in it
[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
yeah, tryna slow us up, but we just keep winnin’
them n+ggas sick as h+ll thеy broke, yeah, them boys need fixin’
yеah, still’ll grab a pint and i come remix it
only had that wraith for a week and i got three tickets
rich as f+ck around this b+tch, yeah, i got all the shooters
hit the club with dog sh+t, yeah, i’m a party p++per
a hundred thousand in my pants, that’s why i’m hardly movin’
yeah, we really ballin’ ’round this b+tch, them n+ggas hardly hoopin’

[verse 3: philthy rich]
look, a thousand on these gucci boots i probably wear one time
had this rollie for five years, but never set the time
a honey bun, all pink fifties, my b+tch scammed for it
no disrespect is tolerated, we won’t stand for it
tri+color chandelier, yachtmaster too
your favorite instagram model, i done bagged a few
rolls truck cost four hundred, i ain’t add the taxes
five hundred stuffed in the safe, i ain’t add the mattress

[verse 4: toohda band$]
it take time to be the boss
bag them ‘bows and ship ’em off
we got scopes on all the rifles
play with gang, we pick you off
i was whippin’ at my granny’s
servin’ junkies, bumpin’ dog
‘wood stuffed with five grams
i’m blowin’ smoke like an exhaust
what you need? we got it all
i ain’t playin’ with you, baby
close that door and take it off
rockin’ off+white, not lacoste
i been winnin’, what’s a loss?
pourin’ sixes in my cup and i ain’t even have a cough
how you ballin’ with no crib? lil’ n+gga, knock it off
[verse 5: sterl gotti]
crosses on my neck, you know i’m sinnin’, f+ck a codefendant
pull up with my stick and blow the b+tch, give my bro the stick
you know i’ll get my bro to hit, i’ll ho the b+tch
most the n+ggas with me rolling crip, boy, who you jokin’ with?
i know they ain’t, they ain’t never notice me, i’m poppin’ out
i’m with gang gang, come approachin’ me, we drop ’em down
welcome him to choppa town, show him how that chopper sound
i ain’t nle, but we’ll make a n+gga walk him down

[verse 6: skeechy meechy]
ayy, ayy, b+tch, we in the d active
b+tch know i got it for the low, but i’m still taxin’
feds keep watchin’, we in the trenches and we still trappin’
my main b+tch, you know i got a b+tch, but i’m still mackin’
the opp n+ggas posted on the ‘gram, but we still laughin’
built this sh+t up from the ground, it’s like we did magic
make a b+tch n+gga disappear ’cause the streets tragic
eatin’ lamb chops in a longsleeve, in the snow smashin’

[verse 7: krispylife kidd]
just ’cause you got security don’t mean you kinda safe
pop a n+gga, burn his body in the fireplace
i’m still meetin’ my plug where the lions play
can’t say my name, boy, if he don’t use a k
i’m still trippin’, doin’ donuts in the fastest rental
i laughed when i seen dog had a jag’ rented
if i buy the p+ssy, do that mean i got some ass rental?
f+ck your vibe, in your section kickin’ over all the liquor
[verse 8: skinny t]
these n+ggas talkin’ crazy, i’m the real shooter
i’ll make these n+ggas skinny, who the biggest loser?
i be clowin’, me and philthy and i f+ck with toohda
i’ll make that chopper sing, you can call me luther
i be beatin’ on the work, i’m a real abuser
and i come from the dirt, i’ll sleep in sewers
my mama know i sh+t first, she call me manure
i got ice around my wrist, who the f+ck is your jeweler?

[verse 9: team eastside lil p]
yeah, b+tch, i ain’t from africa, i’m from east warren seminary
look up boyz, b+tch, you see my picture in the dictionary
real savage life, been totin’ straps since elementary
2021, we puttin’ n+ggas on obituaries
uh, range rover anniversary
b+tch, we rock two or three cubans, not no rosary
lil’ b+tch p+ssy so good, it put a curse on me
lame n+ggas from the hood, “lil perry, put a verse on me”

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