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toohda band$ - time pass lyrics

[verse 1: philthy rich]
it’s philthy, n+gga
you caught a body in my city, then you got a trophy
you rap about it when you see me, then you gotta show me
she tryna f+ck me with no condem, but she [?]
i looked that b+tch up in the face, and asked her “is you serious?”
corona f+cking up my money, canceled five shows
f+gget b+tches acting funny, [?] hoes
she sucking d+ck while i’m watching first 48
the first 60 pees, made the other 40 late
me and pu racing bentleys and lamb trucks
in the desert, f+cking new red bottoms up
if you move to hollywood, then you’s a fake n+gga
but the hood ain’t dead, [?] take away my n+ggas

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
watch the money [?] to me
and do a n+gga like i never knew him
tall grass, and the world changed
i know it’s h+ll, but i got used to it
[?] really got my bag up
i been tired of being [?]
don’t really love me [?]
[?] you asked [?]
[verse 2 ?]
what you know ’bout getting paper, n+gga?
i’ve been chasing since a younging
remember when i was broke, i copped a zip and started hustling
really on the block, i seen some sh+t, but won’t say nothing
i done seen a couple thousand, tryna stack it to a hundred
phil called me in a lamb, fishtailing like it’s nothing
this some thousands on my neck, you hear it clanking when i’m coming
vlone hoodie, sending packs across the country
you left when i was down, so don’t be talking ’bout you love me
f+ck people, it ain’t ’bout money, it’s erelivant
smoking backwoods that be fatter than the elephant
everything i wear is real expencive, i dress elegant
baby p+ssy good, a plus, her head was exalent

[verse 3 ?]
on the block with them k!llers, we just plottin on a milli
gotta keep it on my hip, so these n+ggas won’t k!ll me
i done lost so many real ones, i can’t let n+ggas steal me
but if them n+ggas take me, bet i’m taking three out with me
and if we catch an opp, best believe we gon’ stretch him
man, that n+gga took my brother, i can’t wait til we catch him
that n+gga couldn’t get right, it’s only right that i left him
younging, he just want a bag, he praying that the lord bless him
it ain’t no love in the streets
we leave slugs in the street
we leave blood in the street
yeah
got shooters hopping out of jeaps, and b+tch, they hop out on feet
they tryna leave your ass deceased, n+gga
[chorus: yhung t.o.]
watch the money [?] to me
and do a n+gga like i never knew him
tall grass, and the world changed
i know it’s h+ll, but i got used to it
[?] really got my bag up
i been tired of being [?]
don’t really love me [?]
[?] you asked [?]

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