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Philthy Rich - 4am In December Pt 2 Lyrics

[Intro]
Oo shit, that's a Danny G beat

[Verse 1: Sauce Walka]
She a winner
Gon' head and throw all the bags in the sprinter
Za in the wood, five thousand on the timber
[?] 500 by November
Shit, well, really Augast
[?] Maybach, I ain't gotta park it
Doctor can't see how I'm living, 'cause I'm heartless
Ranch full of white girls, [?] like horses
Club full of black girls, treat them like choppers
Shoot them [?] broke in they pockets
Catch me in the booth with the DJ [?]
Louie V jerzy too cold, John Stokton

[Verse 2: JUST BANG]
Cold nigga, I was really born in December
I just knocked a cold hard bitch off of Tinder
Real 16, if she don't pay mе, I don't bend her
Just like a [?], if it ain't bluе, I don't spend her
Big chop, tried to lift it up and caught a splinter
Wrist icy, look like I was fighting in the winter
[?] bitch, even if you got her, I'ma get her
Interviewed the bitch at Ruth's Chris eating dinner
You a bitch, I think the doctor told your mom the wrong gender
Spin around and hit your block, it look like [?] was in a blender
Shit, I mean the sprinter
The black Tom Brady, got a ring on every finger
Fuck Carona, I'm up close tryna breathe on a nigga
Bitch, it's 1017, double G's on a nigga
Keep on speaking, I might drop a couple G's on a nigga
Ho boring ass clown, fell asleep on these niggas
[Verse 3: Rizzoo Rizzoo]
[?] winter, was all cold
By Summertime, brought in the bankroll
Say she love how I drip, tell her I know
She can stay at your crib, she still my ho
And my pockets extra cheesy, [?]
[?] balling like we hit the lotto
Lie for my brother, hand on the bible
And he ain't have [?]
I drip sauce every day of the week
Learned from Pimp C, don't fuck [?]
Shake my head when I heard Pushing P
The bitch pimp you, you should be in the streets
One bitch [?] made me feel [?]
Blues in my pocket, man, R.I.P. Nipsey
Steady dripping sauce, baby girl, that's what's in me
Ask about Rizzoo, let them know that he winning

[Verse 4: Philthy Rich]
When they ask about Philthy, let them know that I'm winning
Matching Bust Down Roleys for my bitches, they 20
Know I'm [?] players, grand slam, 9th inning
Five carots in my ear, 50 pointers in my [?]
Whole team shining, me, [?] and [?]
Spend another hundred thousand, [?] at the [?]
That's a cool million dollars, Roles, Maybach and the Bentley
Yeah, that's cool, we can hollar, when we bump into them niggas
Chandelier Yacht Master, yeah, it cost me 6 figures
Yeah, I'm from 59, but fuck with them 6 niggas
Yeah, 6 [?] nigga, just to be [?]
If he snitch, he a snitch, ain't no use to be a rat
It's Philthy