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styles p - filthy lyrics

[intro: styles p]
just live your life, you know? (just live your life, you know?)

[verse 1: styles p]
dim the lights, please (please)
i’d rather cut ’em all the way off
gotta have a worker in you but be all the way boss (word)
i tried to win but i all the way lost
i was all the way lost, had to find my way back
so i’m cookin’ up now, now i’m all in the sauce
and i’m all in my thoughts like i’m greater than a jedi (i’m great)
meanin’ i’m all of the force (yeah)
half vader, half luke when i sit in the coupe
you woulda knew if you been in the loop (you woulda knew)
i’m on the hunt for who’s hidden the truth
and who’s hidden the fruit
f-ckin’ with me is like bendin’ a tooth, hah
you could you could bet it snap (you could bet)
lose somethin’, you bet it back, n-gg-s layin’, the metal clap
in a tight spot? you better scr-p
you got bars, you better rap
never told you a better fact (never)
may the bimmer be wet, may the benz be wet
may you friends show love and enemies be checked (just like that)
and may you keep it like that to the day of your death, hey

[verse 2: styles p]
blood, sweat, and tears when i highed up
money could buy love, that’s a lie, it can’t even buy luck (ah)
get murked over nine bucks ’cause he need a dime
never took the time to put in the hard work (sucker)
are you the d-ck that got jerked for not puttin’ god first?
all i know is hustle and hard work (all i know)
sinnin’ but i’m grinnin’ ’cause i’m winnin’
slept on the floor, it feel good to buy linen (it feel good)
it feel good to buy silk, i don’t think about guilt
if you ever been hungry, it feel good to buy milk
i’m hopin’ that it’s almond, hopin’ that it’s oat (oat)
’cause the man tryna k!ll us when we simply tryna smoke
make a lot of money, yeah, we simply tryna grow (just tryna grow), d-mn
but maybe simple ain’t good enough (it ain’t)
execute a plan where the hood is up (let’s execute)
where everybody’s grand, yeah, we stoodin’ up

[chorus: d-block europe]
sh-t’s crazy, got my whole squad guilty (guilty)
i don’t need these b-tches and my hood feel me (yeah, yeah)
i stay covered in this drip, my sh-t silky (skrrt)
every time i see her up, i do ’em filthy (skrrt)
filthy, i do ’em filthy
every time i see her up, i do ’em filthy (yeah, yeah)
mixed the sour with the henny ’cause it heal me (woo)
all these scars up on my body, they can’t k!ll me (ooh-ooh)
sh-t’s crazy, got my whole squad guilty (guilty)
i don’t need these b-tches and my hood feel me (yeah, yeah)
i stay covered in this drip, my sh-t silky (skrrt)
every time i see her up, i do ’em filthy (skrrt)
filthy, i do ’em filthy
every time i see her up, i do ’em filthy (yeah, yeah)
mixed the sour with the henny ’cause it heal me (woo)
all these scars up on my body, they can’t k!ll me (ooh-ooh)

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