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Correct Troublesome 59 Lyrics
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Philthy Rich
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Correct Troublesome 59
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[Intro] Ayy, it's Philthy, nigga Funk or Die Fuck wrong with these lil’ dirty ass boys? Like I ain't big dog, big 59 Look [Verse] They always had the baddest bitches up at Skyline Them Case niggas just ran you out of Highline You know I know Carl, nigga, stop lyin' Before the footage pop up and end up online, look It ain’t shit for me to get a nigga packed out These niggas smokin' what they sellin' at the crackhouse E's shitbag stinkin' up the traphouse Don't bet your money on that flunky, bet he crap out, look Lil' man complex but he a big mark Boonta just beat his ass at the Vick Park You ain't never shot shit, you just shit start His career dead, he need me for a kickstart, look I been runnin’ point up and down the court Niggas had Hus Mozzy runnin’ back in court I got time today, bitch, let's go back and forth Shootin’ videos in Fresno and not on Fourth Niggas ran you out of Inglewood, don't forget But you ain't jump in that field, you jumped on the 'net Damian Lillard with the three, nigga, nothin’ but net And any nigga play with me, I bet he gon' regret Felix Mitchell ran O-Park in '83 Until the neighbor snitched on him and the SMV Nigga you ain't in these streets, you just Sesame Sleepin' on your granny couch until you 23 That Rollie on your bitch arm, where that came from? A hundred bodies in every song, I ain't seen one gun Been around you 5 years and you ain't dropped nothin' Who the last nigga you smoked? Nigga, stop frontin' Free Yatta but you ain't shoot your part in Oakdale Always talkin' 'bout them trenches but don't go there I'm from Seminary, bitch, it ain't no ho there Ayy, ask the last pussy nigga tried to go there, look SI's in them chains, them ain't VV's VS1's F-colored when you see these Them niggas only good for passing out CD's Before Phillip, you was a Noc, stealin' TV's, look Was you at Coachella passin' out herpes You wasn't on the yard bustin' down burpees I'm back on the Tech, mix it with the Slurpee I know my kidneys failin' and it probably hurt me Snubbz made up "bladadah," that nigga need a cut You don't run that bag in, niggas gotta cut I thought you was from that cloth, I thought you was cut Big dawg where I'm from, boy, you just a mutt You said June wasn't from your hood, and Ali either Free fuckin' on that ho, but nigga, why you eat her? Real niggas from O-Park said why you leave 'em? You ain't heard the saying never bite the hand that feed you I play by the old rules, shout out that nigga Ricky Don't make your friends your enemies, that's when this shit get tricky He fell in love with the ho, he gave the bitch a hickey I fell in love with the dough, that bitch purse was empty But you ain't bust back when they shot Banna Nigga froze up and fumbled with the hammer Playin' with his nose off the Montana Real niggas callin' home, pressin' from the slammer You was Fab, never Zilla, boy, don't play with Phillip You was gon' die in Sac' broke before you met a Phillip And that old ass Benz probably need a fill up And out the Babyface Twins, we know who not the killer Fuck all my opponents, rude from East Natomas If you in the whip when I catch him, bitch, you just a bonus I gotta watch what I say, you know them people on us A lot of rats in your circle, bitch, we don't condone it Broke niggas in your video make you stand out I remember you was runnin' around with your hand out Tiny Tim fell off the stage, he done passed out He don't be divin' in no beef, them niggas ran out Lil' Nick the realest nigga from your neighborhood I'll die about my block like I'm Neighborhood And the back of the chop made of maplewood Can't no nigga squash shit until I say it's good It's Philthy [Outro] Come on Tiny Tim, nigga, this me, nigga It's me you talkin' to, nigga Not them rap niggas you be dick suckin', nigga In every comment, "Brudda brudda, brudda brudda" See nigga, I know you, nigga, all that fake shit sound good, nigga But we know the real, nigga Who wasn't in the field, nigga? Who wasn't in the field, nigga? Bitch, I had you in the field, nigga Wasn't you on Sem', nigga? Wasn't I in your hood, nigga? Ain't that the field, nigga? C'mon Tim, I been around niggas 5 years, nigga And I ain't seen not nan' 'nother yeeky on your personal, nigga Who took what? Took what from you? Yeah, niggas tried to, nigga Niggas tried to, that's what happen when you in the field When you havin' this shit, nigga It's a few of those Mob chains floatin' around this bitch, though, nigga, yeah See, see me, I ain't finna be doing all that funny shit, nigga That shit cool or whatever, nigga But we know facts is facts, nigga You wasn't shit before me, nigga Who brought you your first chain, nigga? Who made you buy a Rollie, nigga? Who got shot in the ass, nigga? Who? Who, your lil' homie, nigga? Now he can't shit out his ass? Lil' silly ass boy And don't act like they ain't beat that foreign that night at the YG concert, nigga I took leg shots, nigga, you know that You must've bumped your head when you fell off stage, bitch You know it ain't that easy, nigga You know I'm big dawg, nigga You know how I'm comin', nigga, on everything Nigga, I was your Oakland pass, nigga You got me fucked up, nigga And shout out Sac', nigga, this ain't no Oakland Sac' thing, nigga 'Cause I still fuck with Sac' niggas This bitch ass nigga just talk too much, nigga And whatever you wanna do, nigga, let's do it, nigga Don't send nobody, come out retirement, bitch Philthy
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