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59 Bottles Lyrics - Artist : Philthy Rich
(Funk or Die)
(Blame it on Monstah) Look I think I'm seein' things, my mind playin' tricks on me I can't believe my day-one nigga switched on me Heavy as the head that wears the crown A smile is just a frown upside down Niggas try to assassinate my character I guess they missed me in the hood like I ain't there enough I never gave up no footage, nigga But I gave this dick to your bitch on footage, nigga Got indicted ten days before my birthday ATF in my house a day before my birthday Search warrant for firearms and ammunition A gangster in the street, but on the 'net, he dry snitchin' I swear they took like thirty thousand Then I went to the lawyer with like thirty thousand Palms Place, fifty-ninth floor, it was only right No covers, slept on the floor lot of lonely nights Aston Martin DBX, it cost me two-forty Presidential 41, see, I don't do 40 The first nigga in the state with it I got some niggas in the feds and the state with it Closed escrow on my mama house for a million dollars As soon as I got some money, I got a million partners Put all the young niggas on from my hood, even the ones I know don't like me I know that they won't admit it, but at one point, they wanted to be like me EDD was a lick, naw, that ain't a hustle I don't hustle to love, bitch, I love to hustle Louis, Gucci, Dior, Chanel Christian Louboutin, Versace, YSL Cartier bracelet, Rollie presidential She got it out the game, so it's sentimental She pulled her foreign out the body shop Then she went and dropped herself off at the body shop Really in this field, I keep a stick on me It's a fifty in this 40 with the switch on it Sixty days out the new year, still a top client They don't know you up at Gucci, nigga, stop lyin' Them flawless diamonds up and in his mouth When we was outside, you was in the house These niggas lyin' in they raps, what they is not about For Dre Feddi, I'm pourin' fifty-nine bottles out, it's Philthy |
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