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to fithies Make me a way up from nothing Make me a way up from nothing From filling up my pockets wit dollars to holding thousands And running up to cars
Fall on me Ever so gently Washing, washing my fithy stains. Shower me In your love Breathe on, breathe on these dry bones. these dry bones
friend I Do as Paris when I’m in France Rockin wit dat (Yea) Nigga play and they meet tooly man First time on dat (Yea) I’m with fithy and lil doolie man
through the back and let off fithy And I aint gone stop till' that bitch empty You know im clutching on a semi One in the head for fucking wit me All my
tha doe 9600 fo' a pound of dro 4:46, trunk fulla bricks Can't stop trappin' til I'm fithy rich Dropped out of school, 1998 Bought a box Chevy
know it's on, call me king Corleone I'mma keep it 1000 like a crack ho Give a damn if you flat broke I'm fithy rich, I'm still the same, that's a fact
Hey, a nigga came to party, one fithy one bacardi Pine apple juice and... let's get it started And oh Lord I've seen a big movie Shawty To the beat
cigarettes with $100 bills BRIDGE Give me give me just half a chance To take you on a hopeless romance And I'll be Dirty rotten fithy $tinking rich
cigarettes with $100 bills BRIDGE Give me give me just half a chance To take you on a hopeless romance And I'll be Dirty rotten fithy $tinking rich
lyin just ran me a play for the fithy went right round the corna a sexi lil bih she be grabben them perkies say they make her horny plus she like
a nigga duck a nigga I'm duck duck goosing it Only way I'm on the bench Is from a torn ligament Like 2-7 mike trout Go against me I do ya fithy no
All definitions end There where yours begin Sweet myth of creation Timeless reliance It's clear where you're going But dark and fithy feed the air I
duck duck goosing it (Duck Duck goose) Only way I’m on the bench is from a torn ligament like 2-7(mike trout) Go against me I do ya fithy, no
masked up Fithy on the sticky and you know that's how we gas up Aye First time we strapped up Running on the road should've put me on parole! Thinking
the balls on the Glock , that's a fithy round drum I don't want my old bitch cause that bitch is a bum They keep telling me chill but I'm just getting started
dawgs with me I'm stew griffin Move thru your crew swiftly I'm clean but I rap filthy Tell the judge I ain't talkin No cases I plead fithy Pullin up to yo
Dress in black ride around with a Cadillac she loving that feeling Litty in my city packing fithy Roll up with the squad yeah bring My switchblade
All these turn around got a nigga feeling dizzy When that light hit my ice it be dancing like diddy Hunnits and the fithies got these bitches tryna
a spell gangster Orchestrate blitzes I'm always gon' have me a Glizzy We fill em' with green tracers Fithy-sixhunnid on Chrome Heart Pants in New York I
Follow you into the dark Alley where your whip is parked Bitch you won't expect it but real soon You gon be ripped apart Severed limb from limb Fithy
Falling through the floor again And never coming back Hear ya scream and shout again And nothing comes around It's all fithy now??? Yo' say you're
designer that's two fithy Yeah I'm fucking on that bitch I'm playing up just with her kitty All I said was one word now thus hoe sticky icky I can't see
my hand,in the fithy reme, Back 7 M.I.L.E., West to East (Westside) Hit crashes, Swerving, 100 spokes, Hataz wanta me to krash it, Pus I pack
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