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big phillipe - philthy rich lyrics

[intro]
big phillipe
ayy, big phillipe
feezydisabangah
ayy, it’s philthy, n-gg-
feez, feez
funk or die
rest in peace griselda blanco
rest in peace pablo escobar
free el chapo, n-gg-, uh-huh
feez on these n-gg-s with another one
look

[chorus]
a hundred keys like i’m pablo (big phillipe)
i’ll get you whacked like el chapo (big phillipe)
my bottom b-tch griselda blanco (big phillipe)
don’t make me pull up with my vatos (ayy, big phillipe)
a hundred keys like i’m pablo (big phillipe)
i’ll get you whacked like el chapo (big phillipe)
my bottom b-tch griselda blanco (big phillipe)
don’t make me pull up with my vatos (ayy, big phillipe)

[verse 1]
look, free el chapo ’til el chapo free (free el chapo)
feelin’ like i was him when i copped a key (i swear to god)
man, i can’t explain the feeling when i copped the b (foreign)
then i parked it in the hood for the block to see (it’s philthy)
gucci poncho cost twelve hundred (designer)
blue red bottoms another twelve something (chump change)
broke n-gg-s committing crimes with no bail money (broke n-gg-)
he was never in the trap, ain’t never sell nothin’ (it’s philthy)
what’s understood ain’t gotta be explained (uh-uh)
if the victim point his fingers, they don’t need a name (p-ssy)
thirty pointers in these cartis, i ain’t seen a thing (bustdown)
the plan was to get rich and get out the game (it’s philthy)

[verse 2]
look, rest in peace pablo escobar (ayy, rest in peace)
lettin’ the dope lock up until it’s extra hard (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
these n-gg-s tough on the ‘net, acting extra hard (p-ssy)
my shooters trail behind the foreign in the extra car (it’s philthy)
freddie made a million dollars off brother bean (chump change)
sh-t, i made a million dollars in these amiri jeans (designer)
i been married to the game since i was 17 (i swear to god)
but i bust down my pinky, no wedding ring (philthy)
s-xy twin sisters like murillo (like murillo)
two hour drive, baby, to sacramento (ayy, pull up)
dope fiends stuffin’ pipes with they brillo (is that right?)
man, these n-gg-s just talkin’ to the pillow (it’s philthy)

- philthy rich lyrics

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