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Philthy Rich - Rich Is Gangsta Remix Lyrics

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
59 bad bitches, Roles Truck on 6's
Yeah, he might be a gangsta, but he is not the richest
Broke niggas telling jokes, keep it off the net
Stomp down around this bitch, playing [?]
Man, them niggas clout chasing, niggas dying for a buzz
All that weak ass shit, I wouldn't sign you for a dub
They ain't never had [?] til them niggas met me
In the middle of the ocean, bad bitch on jetski
If you ain't know that rich is gangsta
Ain't gotta drop no bag, a lotta gangstas ohe me favors
Four pockets full, but they call me 59
A hundred thousand on this Roley, still can't find time
Bad bitch from L.A., she know I'm having thangs
[?] F.O.D., but get diamond chains
Solitars in my vinears
Five karot stones up in each ear

[Verse 2 ?]
Thesе niggas wanna beef, but I can't find time
I'm sipping liquor with a bitch who look like fine winе
Get rich, put on my whole team, it ain't no I in mine
Before the deal, I been had motion, nigga, I ain't lieing
In Vegas on the strip, all these blues, they think I'm Crip
Nigga [?] rip, while something big come off my hip
Everywhere I go, I leave a puddle, I keep putting on all this drip
I don't do no capping, [?] hear it come from my lip
Know we getting chicken, riding round with 30 racks in the coupe
I come from selling rocks, bitch, I feel like Pac, I got the Juice
I get fly as fuck, they tried to cut my wings, I still flew
Money talk, if it ain't about them racks, then I ain't hearing you
[Verse 3 ?]
28 sit tall, I'm T.R.X., I can't even see [?]
I put [?] stones up in my ear, cost 33 a pare
Stuff a Goiard bag with all new blues, that's why they keep appearing
Yellow cuban Rose [?] on the side, it look like [?]
Spent 500 thousand on my Ghost to see the stars in it
[?] lil bro [?] my drank, 'cause it got bars in it
I ain't been in the hood, 'cause my lil dawg just caught a charge in it
Popped these percisets, and hit that pussy like [?]
I'm selling dope, 'cause rap the easy way, now I got easy pay
Playing roles, [?] he might not see today
[?] put your babies on, them niggas need a plate
[?] take a plee, he might just flee the state
I've been taking beans, popping [?], smoking weed a lot
Fuck the opps, won't ever make no staitments, [?]
[?] spot
Got 300 rounds up in the trap, that bitch don't need a loft

[Verse 4 ?]
300 pounds in my trap
I reed up then doubled back, the plug like what the fuck is up with that?
I think you moving way too fast, nigga, watch out for the trap
[?] tripple X.O., cross him out before he know
[?] for you niggas, it's like we Finding Nemo
[?] shoot through the peephole
[?] like Philthy bitch, [?]
[?] percs [?]
I love her, but I hate that bitch
She say she want new [?] 200 shots he fuck with us
And if it's smoke, then puff it [?] leveled up
Big dawg, he just a pup
Sell, serving through the club
Plane Jane, I hold it up
[?] money, never fold it up
[?] throwing up
[?] bitch, I'm showing up
Ice on me, I'm gloing up
Got me blocked, but I still [?]
Must be this tall to ride this ride, you ain't growing up
[?] they [?]
[Verse 5: Sauce Walka]
Oo Wee!
My kids got a will like the Smiths, where is Jada Pinket?
Thought I was gon' be a drug dealer, til I started pimpin
Yellow bitch, she got blue hair, she came from the [?]
Bought some Louie shoes in Japan, I'm karotti kicking
I got 15 cars right now, and they bairley drivin
Would've had 16, but my brother wrecked the G.T. [?]
Sauce be really sinning, white meat, [?] Fried Chicken
My [?] rappers, they might pull up in a trapper
Caught a million [?] my ear [?]
Multimillionaire, I ain't wanna sign no deal
Stay collecting [?] R.I.P. to Emmit Till
Sauce be giving so much game, I need a show
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