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It's Philthy Shit be crazy how these niggas smile in your face Act like they fuck with you, but they really don't It's Philthy Woah, too much, nigga too much, nigga too much Woah, woah, woah, [?] These youngins murder, murder, all you smell is gunsmoke I don't know who to trust, no I came up, I came up, ya I came up Woah, woah, woah why they prayin' on my downfall? Too much money rollin' in I done lost count I don't know who to trust, no If Jody [?] was alive bitch Know that nigga wouldn't fuck with ya Told on a couple Richmond niggas Now the hood don't fuck with you In the hood selling cocaine I was never blinded by the fame Had the shit before I had a name I ain't never offered you his chain You done woke up a sleeping giant Asked me to keep a secret quiet You ain't never in the hood though You be passing through or you sneaking by Letras de cancionesReal F.O.D. ENT We don't gangbang no ENT Seminary and Foothill Tight in front of [?] tryna move a key The crazy part I used to fuck with you You came home on some bitter shit You called my phone when I was in Atlanta Out your own mouth you told me that you snitched You took the stand, nigga youse a hoe That ain't what Funk Or Die stand for Thought I was tryna take year from you So you let the ho acorn know Ooh, too much, nigga too much, nigga too much Woah, woah, woah, [?] These youngins murder, murder, all you smell is gunsmoke I don't know who to trust, no I came up, I came up, ya I came up Woah, woah, woah why they prayin' on my downfall? Too much money rollin' in I done lost count I don't know who to trust, no My biggest hater since the first day I shake something like an earthquake He was in his feelings when he came home Then he found out then he fuckin' [?] But no disrespect to her though Me and her it's all love though Pussy nigga keep run his mouth I'm gonna fill it up with a slug though Stop telling niggas you don't fuck with me Tell them niggas why you don't fuck with me [?] stuck with me Real niggas they fuck with me You forfeited all that gangster shit When you took the stand you lesser than a man In the kitchen bussin' down the grams Moms mad for fuckin' up her pans Who you think you really fuckin' with My money right, we can go to war We can't funk why you broke Stacy In the streets we can hold court What you gone say? I'm gettin' extorted, I ain't from the hood, bitch I heard it all When you came home want me to put you on But snitch niggas ain't meant to ball Ooh, too much, nigga too much, nigga too much Woah, woah, woah, [?] These youngins murder, murder, all you smell is gunsmoke I don't know who to trust, no I came up, I came up, ya I came up Woah, woah, woah why they prayin' on my downfall? Too much money rollin' in I done lost count I don't know who to trust, no From Letras Mania