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top ramen (remix) - philthy rich lyrics

[intro: philthy rich]
ayy, it’s philthy, n*gga
semcity moneyman 4
(remix) ahh

[verse 1: philthy rich]
ah, look, same n*gga from the same block (seminary)
used to cook cocaine out the same box
then i cooked top ramen there (hah)
rapping up the work, i wasn’t rhyming there
man you n*ggas wouldn’t slide there (slide)
best friend with the plug, told him “slide us in” (slide us in there)
n*ggas went against the grain to try and make a name (p*ssy)
i just hit ben to tryna make a change (i need that)
only stars i f*ck with is the ones in the wraith (foreign)
this mac 90 knock the cartilage out your face (the whip)
the young g’s salute the og’s (the ogs)
no, the og’s salute the young g’s (salute)
put the [?] in my [?], fulfill a little end (i did n*gga)
n*ggas f*ckin’ with them suckers, and i ain’t feeling that (is that right?)
corner taking pics off your ig (oh ig)
the only way to identify the body

[chorus: philthy rich]
look, it’s dirty dishes in the kitchen (n*gga)
all day whippin’ up a chicken (n*gga)
my n*gga on the phone just got sentenced (n*gga, that right?)
talking ’bout he on his way to quinn (free them gangstas, n*gga)
he said he got a call back (yeah, h*llo)
he asked me to send a care pack (yeah, yeah, you already know who it is, they ain’t countin’)
you ain’t gotta worry, i took care of that (we back in this b*tch, n*gga)
all these b*tches want that top ramen back (hol’ up)
[verse 2: ice billion berg]
man got jabbed, so now i owe the connect (yeah)
and he don’t hear nothin’, then he gon’ want a n*gga head (yeah)
figured we should work it out by the code, the streets respect
’cause when sh*t slowed down, [?] was a blessing
n*ggas forget where they came from, i cannot (huh)
but it fell in place for me when i started thinking out the box
i ain’t looking over my shoulder, i’m in that wrangler
leavin’ on the top, and i don’t need no f*ckin’ shooter
it’s me and my homie buck
hit the phone, make it home, on the [?] he gon’ be hot
he better catch me and my dawgs ’cause i’m squeezing his b*tch’s b*tt
with twelve [?] it probably won’t be a fair exchange
when you go to spittin’, it’s gon’ send you to a better place
i got n*ggas sittin’ ’cause the witnesses be telin’ names
givin’ it to everybody, might just be the better way
i’m telling you p*ssy n*ggas, better pray my record break
’cause if not, i’m running in a n*gga’s sh*t yesterday
real talk

[chorus: philthy rich]
look, it’s dirty dishes in the kitchen (n*gga)
all day whippin’ up a chicken (n*gga)
my n*gga on the phone just got sentenced (n*gga, that right?)
talking ’bout he on his way to quinn (n*gga, hold your head)
he said he got a call back (h*llo)
he asked me to send a care pack (for all you n*ggas)
you ain’t gotta worry, i’ma take care of that (silence)
he just want a few top ramen packs (yeah)
[verse 3: ball greezy]
drop the dope off at the beach, had the soda at the water
[?] for the coco with a junky like some vultures (yeah, yeah, yeah)
rise and shine, come get it (yeah)
’cause last week i sold a chicken less than 60 minutes (what you servin’, n*gga, what you servin’ n*gga?)
quarter slabs up the whole
fully furnished in the trap but i just use the stove (yeah)
word around the hood, the feds back in town (they hot!)
them scam n*ggas got it hot, so i’m shutting down (close shop)
hands on with the work, servin’ out the uber (let’s get it)
stake too good to be gone back to ramen noodle
a couple shooters on speed dial (blaow)
i keep a glock with 30 rounds for the meantime (i’m good really)
the only focus is the money (is the money)
’cause my kids can’t sleep on empty stomachs (no)
and the b*tches that i’m f*cking love them crispy hundreds (them crispy hundreds)
straight drop the range rocket, i keep it coming

[chorus: philthy rich]
look, it’s dirty dishes in the kitchen (n*gga, yes)
all day whippin’ up a chicken (n*gga, [?])
my n*gga on the phone just got sentenced (n*gga, that right?)
talking ’bout he on his way to quinn, n*gga (hold your head)
he said he got a call back (h*llo)
he asked me to send a care pack (that’s all you need)
you ain’t gotta worry, i’ma care of that (silence)
he just want a few top ramen packs

- philthy rich lyrics

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