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philthy rich - troublesome 59 lyrics

[intro]
ayy, it’s philthy, n-gg-
funk or die
f-ck wrong with these lil’ dirty -ss boys?
like i ain’t big dog, big 59
look

[verse]
they always had the baddest b-tches up at skyline
them case n-gg-s just ran you out of highline
you know i know carl, n-gg-, stop lyin’
before the footage pop up and end up online, look
it ain’t sh-t for me to get a n-gg- packed out
these n-gg-s smokin’ what they sellin’ at the crackhouse
e’s sh-tbag stinkin’ up the traphouse
don’t bet your money on that flunky, bet he cr-p out, look
lil’ man complex but he a big mark
boonta just beat his -ss at the vick park
you ain’t never shot sh-t, you just sh-t start
his career dead, he need me for a kickstart, look
i been runnin’ point up and down the court
n-gg-s had hus mozzy runnin’ back in court
i got time today, b-tch, let’s go back and forth
shootin’ videos in fresno and not on fourth
n-gg-s ran you out of inglewood, don’t forget
but you ain’t jump in that field, you jumped on the ‘net
damian lillard with the three, n-gg-, nothin’ but net
and any n-gg- play with me, i bet he gon’ regret
felix mitch-ll ran o-park in ’83
until the neighbor snitched on him and the smv
n-gg- you ain’t in these streets, you just sesame
sleepin’ on your granny couch until you 23
that rollie on your b-tch arm, where that came from?
a hundred bodies in every song, i ain’t seen one gun
been around you 5 years and you ain’t dropped nothin’
who the last n-gg- you smoked? n-gg-, stop frontin’
free yatta but you ain’t shoot your part in oakdale
always talkin’ ’bout them trenches but don’t go there
i’m from seminary, b-tch, it ain’t no ho there
ayy, ask the last p-ssy n-gg- tried to go there, look
si’s in them chains, them ain’t vv’s
vs1’s f-colored when you see these
them n-gg-s only good for p-ssing out cd’s
before phillip, you was a noc, stealin’ tv’s, look
was you at coach-lla p-ssin’ out herpes
you wasn’t on the yard bustin’ down burpees
i’m back on the tech, mix it with the slurpee
i know my kidneys failin’ and it probably hurt me
snubbz made up “bladadah,” that n-gg- need a cut
you don’t run that bag in, n-gg-s gotta cut
i thought you was from that cloth, i thought you was cut
big dawg where i’m from, boy, you just a mutt
you said june wasn’t from your hood, and ali either
free f-ckin’ on that ho, but n-gg-, why you eat her?
real n-gg-s from o-park said why you leave ’em?
you ain’t heard the saying never bite the hand that feed you
i play by the old rules, shout out that n-gg- ricky
don’t make your friends your enemies, that’s when this sh-t get tricky
he fell in love with the ho, he gave the b-tch a hickey
i fell in love with the dough, that b-tch purse was empty
but you ain’t bust back when they shot banna
n-gg- froze up and fumbled with the hammer
playin’ with his nose off the montana
real n-gg-s callin’ home, pressin’ from the slammer
you was fab, never zilla, boy, don’t play with phillip
you was gon’ die in sac’ broke before you met a phillip
and that old -ss benz probably need a fill up
and out the babyface twins, we know who not the k!ller
f-ck all my opponents, rude from east natomas
if you in the whip when i catch him, b-tch, you just a bonus
i gotta watch what i say, you know them people on us
a lot of rats in your circle, b-tch, we don’t condone it
broke n-gg-s in your video make you stand out
i remember you was runnin’ around with your hand out
tiny tim fell off the stage, he done p-ssed out
he don’t be divin’ in no beef, them n-gg-s ran out
lil’ nick the realest n-gg- from your neighborhood
i’ll die about my block like i’m neighborhood
and the back of the chop made of maplewood
can’t no n-gg- squash sh-t until i say it’s good
it’s philthy

[outro]
come on tiny tim, n-gg-, this me, n-gg-
it’s me you talkin’ to, n-gg-
not them rap n-gg-s you be d-ck suckin’, n-gg-
in every comment, “brudda brudda, brudda brudda”
see n-gg-, i know you, n-gg-, all that fake sh-t sound good, n-gg-
but we know the real, n-gg-
who wasn’t in the field, n-gg-?
who wasn’t in the field, n-gg-?
b-tch, i had you in the field, n-gg-
wasn’t you on sem’, n-gg-?
wasn’t i in your hood, n-gg-?
ain’t that the field, n-gg-?
c’mon tim, i been around n-gg-s 5 years, n-gg-
and i ain’t seen not nan’ ‘nother yeeky on your personal, n-gg-
who took what? took what from you?
yeah, n-gg-s tried to, n-gg-
n-gg-s tried to, that’s what happen when you in the field
when you havin’ this sh-t, n-gg-
it’s a few of those mob chains floatin’ around this b-tch, though, n-gg-, yeah
see, see me, i ain’t finna be doing all that funny sh-t, n-gg-
that sh-t cool or whatever, n-gg-
but we know facts is facts, n-gg-
you wasn’t sh-t before me, n-gg-
who brought you your first chain, n-gg-?
who made you buy a rollie, n-gg-?
who got shot in the -ss, n-gg-? who?
who, your lil’ homie, n-gg-?
now he can’t sh-t out his -ss?
lil’ silly -ss boy
and don’t act like they ain’t beat that foreign that night at the yg concert, n-gg-
i took leg shots, n-gg-, you know that
you must’ve b-mped your head when you fell off stage, b-tch
you know it ain’t that easy, n-gg-
you know i’m big dawg, n-gg-
you know how i’m comin’, n-gg-, on everything
n-gg-, i was your oakland p-ss, n-gg-
you got me f-cked up, n-gg-
and shout out sac’, n-gg-, this ain’t no oakland sac’ thing, n-gg-
’cause i still f-ck with sac’ n-gg-s
this b-tch -ss n-gg- just talk too much, n-gg-
and whatever you wanna do, n-gg-, let’s do it, n-gg-
don’t send n-body, come out retirement, b-tch
philthy

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