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philthy rich - wit out u lyrics

[verse 1 ?]
you be leaving and coming back, like lebron [?]
i be p+ssing you off, and i be tryna get you mad
2008, the year your boy was doing bad
you let me hit the road in your car and move the bag
don’t want you to leave me, and see you with no other n+ggas
you don’t want me [?] no other b+tches
bonnie and clide, i sware to god [?] f+cking with us
you [?] when i met you, i be like what’s up with n+ggas?
motherf+ck them n+ggas, ’cause they ain’t no boss
you used to f+ck with such and such, but i ain’t gon’ talk
got a young n+gga h+rney, by the way that you walk
seperate the girls from women, by the way that you talk
now look
every n+gga need a real b+tch to hold him down
out in oakland with philthy, dawg showed me round
b+tches showing cali love, throw a p+ssy at me
try not to f+ck with no hoes, ’cause i know you wouldn’t be happy

[verse 2: philthy rich]
don’t give a f+ck about no club songs or love songs
screaming free all my n+ggas, til my thugs home
n+gga, you just what she want, n+gga, i’m what she need
’cause all that sh+t she do with you, she can’t do with me
these n+ggas’ll die over [?]
[?] b+tch where i met you
i was in the masi, with n0body [?]
so your hating ass partners need to mind [?]
all them cars in your bio, none in your garage
the b+tch told me everything, how you really in love
i’m in the field with these n+ggas, known to bust gats
you in the field with some n+ggas who well known rats
it’s philthy
[verse 3: payroll giovanni]
i got me a bad b+tch, chanel bag b+tch
the type to hold the stash sh+t, never even ask sh+t
never stress or trip about all my old past sh+t
she ride with me to the end, it’s me and her all in that benz
it’s me and her up in the mall, shopping all our stress away
motherf+ck the both of them, i’m sure is what my exes say
my name is what my neighbors say, her tat say the same thing
f+ck with her for real, ’cause she was there when i just maintained
i’m in the streets, just pray for me and wait for me
i’m in them [?] like in them sheets, when you can’t speak
i need somebody on my side to hold down
[?] wear the crowns

- philthy rich lyrics

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