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philly shit - roscoe g lyrics

[intro: dee play4keeps]
frah, frah, frah, frah
ahhhhhhhhh
grah, grah, grah
frah, frah, frah
ahhhhhhhhh
frah, frah, frah
get that n*gga

[chorus: dee play4keeps]
rg, bloodie, dudey told me this that philly sh*t
i don’t shake my hips i’m from the city b*tch
([?] osama trouble boys in the trap for a rap totin guns before them toys)

[verse 1: dee play4keeps]
granny [?] call me she know i’m near, i think she feelin sick
gettin paid so why these opp n*ggas on my f*ckin d*ck
in the trap, cookin up, got the b*tter, back it up
now it’s dimes [?] bro, turn a 50 to a f*ckin brick
(diamonds on my body i’m feelin rich
he said he don’t like me, i told em shotta you’s a f*ckin b*tch)
what happened to lil kurt, he turned a f*ckin snitch
get get right to the curb, you ain’t my f*ckin b*tch
choppa so loud, now he a street fighter
i’m tryna beat this n*gga down like chris from the wire
(all he heard was frrt frrt, now pass the f*ckin lighter)
grinchin on the block for days and i was, i ain’t even tired
(all he heard was frrt frrt, now pass the f*ckin lighter
grinchin on the block for days and i was, i ain’t even tired)
[verse 2: gp]
rg totin, don’t provoke him, we keep sh*t explosive
he told me spit a verse, this sh*t is open
p*ssy n*gga ran his mouth, we finna close it
talk on dotty, get to throwin
or like lotti, we gon poke em
he notti bop, then we gon smoke him
we got choppas, we got motion
see a opp, i yell it’s o
i send a shot (this n*gga low)

[verse 3: roscoe g]
like*like*like, i was on that block for straight days and hours
this*this is hard rock, i*i ain’t sellin f*ckin powder
put 30 bands up on his head, next day he gone
real rap, i’m livin everything i’m sayin in my songs
(but if i cap, like, then i’m lyin in my songs
to the [?] and i’m bendin like lil bro i’m gon perform
ali a rat, he was my mans, like on dot that n*gga told
like on dot that n*gga told)

[chorus: dee play4keeps]
rg, bloodie, dudey told me this that philly sh*t
i don’t shake my hips i’m from the city b*tch
([?] osama trouble boys in the trap for a rap totin guns before them toys)

- roscoe g lyrics

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