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who do you love remix - filthy fil lyrics

[intro: filthy fil]
bro this beats f*ckin’ sick bro
this beat’s f*cked (filthy fil)
oi slothski
ha check it out what ah

[verse: filthy fil]
b*tch who do you love me or the puff
i see her lookin’ over here like she want some drugs
i keep it cookin’ over here so she wanna f*ck
and me and my boy diaz so what she want for lunch
yo she said nothin’ straight puffin’ like it’s ice cream
i smoke cones i’m so stoned i look chinese
always runnin’ with these punches like it’s tai chi
ain’t talkin’ licence when i say i need that id
who the f*ck you think you f*ckin with you stupid b*tch
i bust a flow so you hoes know who can spit
don’t go slow if you don’t know who’s legit
or else i’ll hang you up like jesus on the crucifix
filthy fil up on the mic yo i’m the best at rappin’
to many people like to boast but they ain’t never had it
to many people like to talk it but they’re scared to act it
but all my boys stay staunch we ain’t scared of cameras
8 b*lls every day make ya face sore
break jaws in my north face when i escape port
if you try to give me little i just take more
swing a bat have you runnin’ home like it’s baseball
crazy flow make ya whole face and ya brain sore
watch the real play and the fake pause
always near diaz like i’m tryna play ball
these days you ask me for an o i’m sayin 8 4
yo i gotta get it gotta go
i’m so high i won’t lie geronimo
people scared to watch me speak ‘cos its a horror show
i line ’em up and make ’em fall like it’s dominos
givin’ me ya number i can be ya future horoscope
yo you know we’re rockin’ flows like we’re on a boat
don’t bother knockin’ ‘cos i’m not at home
so stoned off the dome i’m spittin’ monotone
kuta it’s that new c*nt you’re a loser
watch these other motherf*ckers fall while i move up
always stayin’ beubed up call and (?)
the sell up all the day and they all claim they move puff
i weight them sandwich bags of drugs up so i can sell ’em
these c*nts i tell ’em don’t be caught in these parts of melbourne
i never sleep until i’m happy with the profit margin
these cops are parkin’ up behind me while i’m tossin’ garbage
agitation in the back smokin’ crack with satan
procrastination every where there’s no chance to save ’em
all these b*tches turn me on like an activation
you thinkin’ you’re the f*ckin’ sh*t over exageration
rap b*lls got them bags like i’m santa claus
i’m mad at rawts grabbin’ torch and i found a porsche
it’s not my fault that i’ve got charles manson thoughts
we’re the types of c*nts who droppin’ acid tabs at court
find me on a different planet lookin’ for them dragon b*lls
or you can find me on ya sisters mattress ‘cos her hands are bored
i’ll take shots at ya face like them camera stores
then go back home with the boys b*tch who do you love
[outro: filthy fil]
yeah motherf*ckers filthy fil
who the f*ck do you love (ah)
shout outs to every motherf*cker
slothski (?) my f*ckin’ main man d
yeah f*ck everybody f*ckin’ don’t let anyone tell ya what to do
and f*ck you to
filthy fil b*tch
f*ckin’ record all day every day except for when i’m late

- filthy fil lyrics

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