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4am in december, pt. 2 - philthy rich, sauce walka, just bang & rizzoo rizzoo lyrics

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[intro]
oo sh*t, that’s a danny g beat

[verse 1: sauce walka]
she a winner
gon’ head and throw all the bags in the sprinter
za in the wood, five thousand on the timber
[?] 500 by november
sh*t, well, really augast
[?] maybach, i ain’t gotta park it
doctor can’t see how i’m living, ’cause i’m heartless
ranch full of white girls, [?] like horses
club full of black girls, treat them like choppers
shoot them [?] broke in they pockets
catch me in the booth with the dj [?]
louie v jerzy too cold, john stokton

[verse 2: just bang]
cold n*gga, i was really born in december
i just knocked a cold hard b*tch off of tinder
real 16, if she don’t pay mе, i don’t bend her
just like a [?], if it ain’t bluе, i don’t spend her
big chop, tried to lift it up and caught a splinter
wrist icy, look like i was fighting in the winter
[?] b*tch, even if you got her, i’ma get her
interviewed the b*tch at ruth’s chris eating dinner
you a b*tch, i think the doctor told your mom the wrong gender
spin around and hit your block, it look like [?] was in a blender
sh*t, i mean the sprinter
the black tom brady, got a ring on every finger
f*ck carona, i’m up close tryna breathe on a n*gga
b*tch, it’s 1017, double g’s on a n*gga
keep on speaking, i might drop a couple g’s on a n*gga
ho boring ass clown, fell asleep on these n*ggas
[verse 3: rizzoo rizzoo]
[?] winter, was all cold
by summertime, brought in the bankroll
say she love how i drip, tell her i know
she can stay at your crib, she still my ho
and my pockets extra cheesy, [?]
[?] balling like we hit the lotto
lie for my brother, hand on the bible
and he ain’t have [?]
i drip sauce every day of the week
learned from pimp c, don’t f*ck [?]
shake my head when i heard pushing p
the b*tch pimp you, you should be in the streets
one b*tch [?] made me feel [?]
blues in my pocket, man, r.i.p. nipsey
steady dripping sauce, baby girl, that’s what’s in me
ask about rizzoo, let them know that he winning

[verse 4: philthy rich]
when they ask about philthy, let them know that i’m winning
matching bust down roleys for my b*tches, they 20
know i’m [?] players, grand slam, 9th inning
five carots in my ear, 50 pointers in my [?]
whole team shining, me, [?] and [?]
spend another hundred thousand, [?] at the [?]
that’s a cool million dollars, roles, maybach and the bentley
yeah, that’s cool, we can hollar, when we bump into them n*ggas
chandelier yacht master, yeah, it cost me 6 figures
yeah, i’m from 59, but f*ck with them 6 n*ggas
yeah, 6 [?] n*gga, just to be [?]
if he snitch, he a snitch, ain’t no use to be a rat
it’s philthy

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