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philthy rich - real numbers lyrics

[verse 1: larry june]
[?] pockets got bigger
had to cop the holster, cause the 40 kept slipping
a hundred, n+ggas know i’m ’bout it, i ain’t tripping
it go down in the city, boy, don’t get this sh+t twisted
[?] everyday, like the [?]
got a scope on the k, when it’s time to handle biz
count a hundred, count a 2
count a 3, b+tch it’s lit
spitting game in her ear, got her feeling like she it
everything a n+gga do, a hundred for real
i don’t think with my d+ck, and i got money to spend
got respect in the game, cause i did it for real
man this sh+t too easy, i’m rapping what i live
i sell for the high, and my whips is fast
17 in the [?], doing the dash
i pop that sh+t, and i make sh+t happen
fresh ass n+gga, and my life is astounding
[verse 2: philthy rich]
say my name 5 times, and i’m popping up like candy man
keep a hammer on me, but i ain’t never been a handy man
told that n+gga before and after, when i took his b+tch
washed my hands before and after, when i took a p+ss
we was masked up before coronavirus
he a nerd from the ‘berbs, [?] vilance
philthy rich and larry june
[?] broke by june
how you talking numbers, and don’t bring me up?
pillow talking to the b+tch, don’t bring me up
drove every foreign that was ever made
i ain’t f+cked the b+tch if i was never paid
i remember i had 12 hoes at 1 time
n+ggas pouring up a 2 lieder with 1 line
rest in peace unemployment, n+ggas’ back broke
n+ggas lining up they partners, for a back [?]
it’s philthy

- philthy rich lyrics

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