Philthy Rich - 7 Mile x Seminary paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson 7 Mile x Seminary - G.T.



Ayy
Ayy we rep for real (ooh)
In the trap house right now, I don′t rap the peel
Unc' got a big ass crib, he like Uncle Phil
Man that′s like two hundred and 50
Racks when it's me and Phil (what up, Phil?)
Left wrist, in the fake curry, man, that's Plain Jane (dirty rich)
All my niggas got a Cuban stick, we on the same thing (for real)
Bitch keep fucking with the help
Fuck ′em with the rank (ehh, we cappin′)
Mad 'cause I done cut her off ′cause
We ain't on the same page (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Niggas playing, they get hit up with the same K (bah, bah, bah)
Shooter off the Addy, man, he been up for like eight days
I just say whatever to the bitch, she think I′m runnin' game
Hit the time, one day, I came out with a hundred K
Large seven mile, off a seminary, it′s just me and beer
Next time you sneak diss me, it's from the cemeter'
Four FOD chains on and my thing long
Playin′ with this bad bitch pussy with my ring on
Every time you see mom, dude, she got designer on
Boy yo′ mama shoulda swallowed you or kept the condom on
Plus I put her in that big house, got her feet up
Gucci g'd up, Chanel bags, throwin′ C's up
My baby mamas ain′t no prostitutes, both them bitches square
But if I had a baby by my hoe, nigga, who would care?
She done gave a nigga ten years, that's ten mill′
Boy your nigga got ten years but he a snitch still
It's like we still some lil' kids
Still, we got big wheels (skrt, skrt)
Drum, when you load it, gotta spin it like a windmill (grr)
Make it play, I ain′t got no service ′cause we in the hills
Kick the bitch out after I fuck her, we ain't finna chill
(Ah)
Me and Sleeps up in Club True, got them thugs too
Got them guns too, and a D, I got luck, true
Told the bitch she better turn around, she wish she turnin′ down
I be with the turn around niggas who ain't gon′ turn it down




Philthy Rich - Timeless
Album Timeless
date de sortie
27-03-2020




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