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ain’t got shit - philthy rich lyrics

[intro: hitman beatz]
ain’t got sh*t, these n*ggas ain’t got sh*t, these n*ggas ain’t got sh*t, these n*ggas ain’t got sh*t, they broke, ooh, ooh, aye
ain’t got sh*t, these b*tches ain’t got sh*t, these b*tches ain’t got sh*t, these b*tches ain’t got sh*t, they broke, ooh, aye, aye, aye, aye

[hook: hitman beatz]
ain’t got sh*t, these n*ggas ain’t got sh*t, these n*ggas ain’t got sh*t, these n*ggas ain’t got sh*t, they broke, ain’t got sh*t, these n*ggas ain’t got sh*t they broke, these n*ggas ain’t got sh*t they broke
ain’t got sh*t, these b*tches ain’t got sh*t, these b*tches ain’t got sh*t, these b*tches ain’t got sh*t, they broke, ain’t got sh*t, these b*tches ain’t got sh*t they broke, these n*ggas ain’t got sh*t they broke

[verse 1: philthy rich]
i say now these n*ggas ain’t got sh*t, done f*cked around lost his bottom b*tch
came home to phil n*gga, chose up on a real n*gga
these n*ggas ain’t got sh*t, xd no*stop clip
30 on it, bet not trip, f*ck around won’t make it to christmas
and my young n*ggas on that house l!ck
janitor no lock smith
better run in them keys n*gga before they run in and squeeze n*gga
these n*ggas ain’t got sh*t, i’m pink slip and they leasin
couple stacks on yo head boy have you knocked down by the evening
see these n*ggas ain’t got sh*t, talk about it but ain’t popped sh*t
still on that block sh*t, seminary that top sh*t
these n*ggas they broke hoe, giuseppe’s cost a band
another stack on my belt b*tch, it’s sem city money man
it’s philthy

[verse 2: rjmrla]
i’m with mop head n*ggas (ridin with them k!llas)
we go from cutlasses to drop head n*gga (ooooh, them phantoms)
we keep it money over hoes my n*gga (money over b*tches)
broke the religion now you broke, my n*gga, you a joke ass n*gga
knock it off n*gga, that ain’t that real sh*t it’s that knock off n*gga
hey
i got my n*ggas
but i ain’t got no time for broke, that’s hammer time n*gga, i’m countin mine n*gga
hold up, trusting a b*tch ain’t gon get ya dough up
you know us, kick in the door and lifting the floor up
that flexing on ig you look just like a l!ck
i get to scrolling through them pics i think i know that b*tch
you broke
she broke too
cuz i broke her
and she broke you

[verse 3: hitman beatz]
these n*ggas ain’t got sh*t, they broke
i’m pouring up some purple in the faygo
below zero swag i’m too cold
blowing loud that k!ll what i smoke
my kicks new, my fit’s true, i’m flexing
broke n*ggas come get some lessons
we getting money over here n*gga, no question
k!lled the club ain’t even need no weapon
hitman beatz hottest n*gga in vegas
burnt b*tches ain’t got sh*t so they hatin
i’m married to that money we ain’t dating
getting money that’s the operation

- philthy rich lyrics

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