dame fame - philthy rich lyrics
[intro: philthy rich]
it’s philthy
this sh-t be crazy how these n-gg-s smile in your face
act like they f-ck with you, but they really don’t
it’s philthy
[chorus: syph & philthy rich]
whoa, too much, n-gg- too much, n-gg- too much (think we forgot n-gg-?)
whoa whoa whoa whoa, lean by the truckload (i know your secrets p-ssy)
these n-gg-s yellin’ murder, murder, all you smell is gunsmoke (you made me expose you b-tch)
i don’t know who to trust, no
i came up, i came up, man i came up (seminary, funk or die n-gg-)
whoa, whoa, whoa why they prayin’ for my downfall? (uh-huh)
too much money rollin’ in, i done lost count (it’s philthy n-gg-)
i don’t know who to trust, no (look, look)
[verse 1: philthy rich]
if jody bo was alive b-tch (ayy rest in peace)
know that n-gg- wouldn’t f-ck with you (you know he wouldn’t)
told on a couple richmond n-gg-s (is that right?)
now the hood don’t f-ck with you (uh-uh)
in the hood selling cocaine (seminary)
i was never blinded by the fame (never)
had the sh-t before i had a name (it’s philthy ho)
i ain’t never offered you his chain (f-ck outta here)
you done woke up a sleeping giant (you did)
asked me to keep your secret quiet (you did)
you ain’t never in the hood though (never)
you be p-ssing through or you sneaking by (p-ssy)
real fod ent (fod)
we don’t g-ngb-ng, no ent (uh-uh)
seminary and foothill (seminary)
right in front of als, tryna move a key (thirty-six)
the crazy part, i used to f-ck with you (i used to)
you came home on some bitter sh-t (bitter b-tch)
you called my phone when i was in atlanta
out your own mouth, you told me that you snitched (i swear to god)
you took the stand, n-gg- you’ a ho (n-gg- you a ho)
that ain’t what funk or die stand for (uh-uh)
thought i was tryna take years from you
should’ve let the whole acorn know (i should’ve n-gg-)
it’s philthy n-gg-
[chorus: syph & philthy rich]
whoa, too much, n-gg- too much, n-gg- too much (this n-gg- must be on dope)
whoa whoa whoa whoa, lean by the truckload (f-ckin’ with the wrong one)
these n-gg-s yellin’ murder, murder, all you smell is gunsmoke (huh?)
i don’t know who to trust, no (it’s philthy n-gg-, funk or die)
i came up, i came up, man i came up (i did n-gg-)
whoa, whoa, whoa why they prayin’ for my downfall? (i know you mad p-ssy)
too much money rollin’ in, i done lost count (hatin’ don’t do sh-t n-gg-)
i don’t know who to trust, no (look, look)
[verse 2: philthy rich]
my biggest hater since the first day (he is)
i shake something like an earthquake (i will)
he was in his feelings when he came home (oh i remember)
then he found out that he f-ckin’ mae (broke n-gg-)
but no disrespect to her though (uh-uh)
me and her, it’s all love though (it’s all love)
this p-ssy n-gg- keep runnin’ his mouth (p-ssy)
i’ma fill it up with a slug though (it’s philthy)
stop telling n-gg-s you don’t f-ck with me (ayy do that)
tell them n-gg-s why you don’t f-ck with me (ayy tell ’em why)
mad mone and mae stuck with me (you mad p-ssy)
’cause real n-gg-s they f-ck with me (salute)
you forfeited all that gangster sh-t (you did)
when you took the stand, you lesser than a man (p-ssy)
in the kitchen bustin’ down the grams (skrrt skrrt)
mom’s mad i’m f-ckin’ up her pans (she is)
who you think you really f-ckin’ with? (huh?)
my money right, we can go to war (semcity moneyman)
we can’t funk while you broke stacey (uh-uh)
in the streets we can hold court (funk or die)
what you gon’ say? i’m gettin’ extorted?
ain’t from the hood? b-tch i heard it all (i done heard it all)
when you came home, want me to put you on (you did)
but snitch n-gg-s ain’t meant to ball (uh-uh), this philthy n-gg-
[chorus: syph & philthy rich]
whoa, too much, n-gg- too much, n-gg- too much (ayy i told that n-gg- keep my name out his mouth)
whoa whoa whoa whoa, lean by the truckload (ayy fab, didn’t i tell him? ayy stone, you remember)
these n-gg-s yellin’ murder, murder, all you smell is gunsmoke (but he ain’t listen though)
i don’t know who to trust, no (f-ck him we ball, it’s philthy)
i came up, i came up, man i came up (funk or die, we don’t do no tellin’)
whoa, whoa, whoa why they prayin’ for my downfall? (uh-uh lil stacey, we don’t represent the same thing n-gg-)
too much money rollin’ in, i done lost count (i come from the struggle b-tch, play with me n-gg-)
i don’t know who to trust, no (it’s philthy ho, huh?)
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