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bread winners - philthy rich & r3 da chilliman lyrics

[intro]
(coked up in h*lla bands, turn me up)

[chorus: r3 da chilliman]
if i bounce with fully a, i’m putting sh*t straight to sleep
these headshots open sh*t, so he’ll be dead before he blink
this a updated benz, i drive this sh*t like a go*kart
they aiming for the legs and not the heads, they shoot the wrong part
i said i quit the percocets, it’s f*cked up, i’m back on ’em
i shot it up, i let it calm down, but now i’m back on ’em
i slide through, hangin’ out the roof like it’s a tank
they copy the way i walk, the way i talk, but not my rank

[verse 1: r3 da chilliman]
when 7ou see me, it’s a shark bouncing out like herе’s brucie
switchy on the back with thirty clip, let’s shoot a moviе
a dirt bag of three inside the soda, this sh*t muddy
keep my gun when i’m in public ’cause i don’t know who really love me
twenty bands on some nice clothes, rich n*gga like maestros
in the field with mask on, with some ballers that find stores
took a risk on them high speeds, now it’s ice on white tees
if a n*gga move it, yeah, i’m trigger happy, i’m gon’ squeeze
’cause who you know that’s still dangerous and ballin’?
if you don’t call that sh*t stuntin’, then what you call it?
the streets know me, i don’t think they ever heard of you
n*ggas broke and perk sh*t up, i got ’em nervous, too
when you see my waist pokin’, that’s a thirty
i float the bands like we at kentucky derby
buyin’ more ice ’cause i’m addicted to the jewelry
i got diamonds, he got diamonds, but his sh*t blurry
[chorus: r3 da chilliman]
if i bounce with fully a, i’m putting sh*t straight to sleep
these headshots open sh*t, so he’ll be dead before he blink
this a updated benz, i drive this sh*t like a go*kart
they aiming for the legs and not the heads, they shoot the wrong part
i said i quit the percocets, it’s f*cked up, i’m back on ’em
i shot it up, i let it calm down, but now i’m back on ’em
i slide through, hangin’ out the roof like it’s a tank
they copy the way i walk, the way i talk, but not my rank

[verse 2: philthy rich]
ah, bosses never get they hands dirty
became a millionaire way before i touched thirty
this a updated benz, a maybach truck
that’s my b*tch friend, but she know i’m tryna f*ck
i’m really tryna break on that ho
to fee a hundred thou’, i got faith in her, though
every n*gga ’round me got ice on his white tee
white b*tch named coco, i don’t know ice*t
yeah, i’m from east oakland, b*tch, but i don’t get hyphy
gucci mane in ’06, b*tch, i’m so icy
if i wasn’t outside, then why the opps mad?
smoke him, k!ll him, pop him and his dad
seminary, n*gga, shut down your whole block
got rid of my throwaway, but still got my old glock
sh*t, i still be outside on my old block
shoutout to the bottom and the middle, but i’m from the top (it’s philthy)
[chorus: r3 da chilliman]
if i bounce with fully a, i’m putting sh*t straight to sleep
these headshots open sh*t, so he’ll be dead before he blink
this a updated benz, i drive this sh*t like a go*kart
they aiming for the legs and not the heads, they shoot the wrong part
i said i quit the percocets, it’s f*cked up, i’m back on ’em
i shot it up, i let it calm down, but now i’m back on ’em
i slide through, hangin’ out the roof like it’s a tank
they copy the way i walk, the way i talk, but not my rank

- philthy rich r3 da chilliman lyrics

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