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Philthy Rich - Stick Up (Audio) ft. Shoreline Mafia
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Ron-Ron load it up, Ron-Ron load it up Ron-Ron do that shit You ain't got it how you say you got it (Got that shit) You ain't popping how you say you poppin' (Poppin' shit) You ain't living all that shit you talking (All that shit you talkin') Say you ballin', I don't see you shopping (I don't see you shoppin') Long nights, baby, get that money (Get that money) Get that bag, then you gon' bring it to me (Bring it to me) I put dick up in your bitch's tummy (Bitch's tummy) This a stick-up, nigga, give it to me (Give it to me) Twenty bands, I ran through that (I ran through that) Fifty thousand, yeah, I blew that (Yeah, I blew that) Me and Philthy counting new racks OTX, FOD, bitch, you knew that (Ayy) OTX, FOD, serving whole thangs I ain't really into talkin' 'less it's cocaine ('Less it's cocaine) Ain't no halves if you shopping, buy the whole thang I broke a bitch and I ain't even know the ho name (The ho name) How you wanna do it? Show me how you tripping (Tripping) I'm a baller and you not, these bitches know the difference (Know the difference) I put Gucci on my socks and all my Bape is vintage (Bape is vintage) I just bought it off the lot, you niggas pay for renting (Pay for renting) You niggas broke, my niggas not, I swear we hate pretending (Hate pretending) I pour a four then watch it drop, I know I'm drank addicted (Drank addicted) I been ballin' like I'm Kobe, popping pain prescriptions (Ballin') Two liter, copped some Wock' then dropped an eight up in it (Ayy, ayy) You ain't got it how you say you got it (Got that shit) You ain't popping how you say you popping (Popping shit) You ain't living all that shit you talking (All that shit you talking) Say you ballin', I don't see you shopping (I don't see you shopping) Long nights, baby, get that money (Get that money) Get that bag, then you gon' bring it to me (Ayy it's Philthy, nigga) I put dick up in your bitch's tummy (Uh-huh) This a stick-up, nigga, give it to me (Look) A hundred killers with me, nigga, I ain't only rapping (A hundred of 'em) Internet thug lacking, say that it was only rapping (Pussy) A lot of fake love, replace it with the paystubs (I had to) I hate my ex bitches with a passion so I don't make love (Faggot) Gucci on my collar like a uniform (Designer) My new bitch foreign, your new bitch boring (She is) My passport got a few stamps (Is that right?) I remember I used to steal my mama's food stamps (It's Philthy) My having thangs niggas'll probably stick you up (Free sack) If my nigga fall off, he know I pick him up (Know I will) Crown on my wrist, see that's that Rollie talk (Bust down) No I don't give a fuck what your big homie bought (Uh-uh, nigga) Bad bitch rollin' Backwoods (Killzone) She might get some dick if she roll a blunt that good (She just might) Got a bitch from Inglewood throwing big B's (Familys) And a bitch from Grape Street, free 03 (Free 03), it's Philthy You ain't got it how you say you got it (Got that shit) You ain't popping how you say you popping (Popping shit) You ain't living all that shit you talking (All that shit you talking) Say you ballin', I don't see you shopping (I don't see you shopping) Long nights, baby, get that money (Get that money) Get that bag, then you gon' bring it to me (Bring it to me) I put dick up in your bitch's tummy (Bitch's tummy) This a stick-up, nigga, give it to me Dick, up in her tummy I wrap the package up, it look just like a mummy Boy, we filthy rich, my niggas really scummy Boy, you hella broke, you niggas really bummy From the Bay right to LA We flipping packs, we do all day We ship 'em out to these niggas out of state We ship 'em out to these niggas out of state To these niggas OT I ran it up, I listened to my OG You know I'm G-sliding in this bitch, just like 03 OT Ran it up, I listened to my OG You know I'm G-sliding in this bitch, just like 03 You ain't got it how you say you got it (Got that shit) You ain't popping how you say you popping (Popping shit) You ain't living all that shit you talking (All that shit you talking) Say you ballin', I don't see you shopping (I don't see you shopping) Long nights, baby, get that money (Get that money) Get that bag, then you gon' bring it to me (Bring it to me) I put dick up in your bitch's tummy (Bitch's tummy) This a stick-up, nigga, give it to me Twenty bands, I ran through that (I ran through that) Fifty thousand, yeah, I blew that (Yeah, I blew that) Me and Philthy counting new racks OTX, FOD, bitch, you knew that (Yeah, yeah) Twenty bands, I ran through that (I ran through that) Fifty thousand, yeah, I blew that (Yeah, I blew that) Me and Philthy counting new racks OTX, FOD, bitch, you knew that
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