36 Zips Philthy Rich
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[Intro]
Funk or Die
Division
We knocked your homie down and his people know it
Young Chris on the beat
Ayy, it's Philthy, nigga
Uh-huh, look
[Chorus]
36 zips, you can smell the odor (Swear to God)
In the kitchen cooking up a key of cola (Skrrt, skrrt)
Thirty on me, yeah, I keep a blower (I keep a blower)
We knocked your homie down and his people know it (Philthy)
36 zips, you can smell the odor (Swear to God)
In the kitchen cooking up a key of cola (Skrrt, skrrt)
Thirty on me, yeah, I keep a blower (I keep a blower)
We knocked your homie down and his people know it (Look)
[Verse 1]
Bitch, my catalogue too big to be sold (It is)
Fuck a rap check, nigga, I'm wrapping kilos (36)
Nigga got robbed, had to blow it but didn't blow (Is that right?)
But got the nerve to diss me, mad about his ho (It's Philthy)
Niggas turning down fades in his county days (Pussy)
All that gangster talk, nigga, we is not amazed (Uh-uh)
You won't kill nothin' or let nothin' die (Swear to God)
He ain't slide through the hood and let nothin' fly (It's Philthy)
Charge a nigga twenty thou' if he want a verse (Chump change)
My ex bitch want some dick, my bottom want a purse (Designer)
I be really on the block, not the internet (Seminary)
I hit the birdie with the wop, he want his chicken back (Skrrt, skrrt)
Funk or Die
Division
We knocked your homie down and his people know it
Young Chris on the beat
Ayy, it's Philthy, nigga
Uh-huh, look
[Chorus]
36 zips, you can smell the odor (Swear to God)
In the kitchen cooking up a key of cola (Skrrt, skrrt)
Thirty on me, yeah, I keep a blower (I keep a blower)
We knocked your homie down and his people know it (Philthy)
36 zips, you can smell the odor (Swear to God)
In the kitchen cooking up a key of cola (Skrrt, skrrt)
Thirty on me, yeah, I keep a blower (I keep a blower)
We knocked your homie down and his people know it (Look)
[Verse 1]
Bitch, my catalogue too big to be sold (It is)
Fuck a rap check, nigga, I'm wrapping kilos (36)
Nigga got robbed, had to blow it but didn't blow (Is that right?)
But got the nerve to diss me, mad about his ho (It's Philthy)
Niggas turning down fades in his county days (Pussy)
All that gangster talk, nigga, we is not amazed (Uh-uh)
You won't kill nothin' or let nothin' die (Swear to God)
He ain't slide through the hood and let nothin' fly (It's Philthy)
Charge a nigga twenty thou' if he want a verse (Chump change)
My ex bitch want some dick, my bottom want a purse (Designer)
I be really on the block, not the internet (Seminary)
I hit the birdie with the wop, he want his chicken back (Skrrt, skrrt)
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