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filthy fil - who do you love remix كلمات الأغنية

[intro: filthy fil]
bro this beats f_ckin’ sick bro
this beat’s f_cked (filthy fil)
oi slothski
ha check it out what ah

[verse: filthy fil]
b_tch who do you love me or the puff
i see her lookin’ over here like she want some drugs
i keep it cookin’ over here so she wanna f_ck
and me and my boy diaz so what she want for lunch
yo she said nothin’ straight puffin’ like it’s ice cream
i smoke cones i’m so stoned i look chinese
always runnin’ with these punches like it’s tai chi
ain’t talkin’ licence when i say i need that id
who the f_ck you think you f_ckin with you stupid b_tch
i bust a flow so you hoes know who can spit
don’t go slow if you don’t know who’s legit
or else i’ll hang you up like jesus on the crucifix
filthy fil up on the mic yo i’m the best at rappin’
to many people like to boast but they ain’t never had it
to many people like to talk it but they’re scared to act it
but all my boys stay staunch we ain’t scared of cameras
8 b_lls every day make ya face sore
break jaws in my north face when i escape port
if you try to give me little i just take more
swing a bat have you runnin’ home like it’s baseball
crazy flow make ya whole face and ya brain sore
watch the real play and the fake pause
always near diaz like i’m tryna play ball
these days you ask me for an o i’m sayin 8 4
yo i gotta get it gotta go
i’m so high i won’t lie geronimo
people scared to watch me speak ‘cos its a horror show
i line ’em up and make ’em fall like it’s dominos
givin’ me ya number i can be ya future horoscope
yo you know we’re rockin’ flows like we’re on a boat
don’t bother knockin’ ‘cos i’m not at home
so stoned off the dome i’m spittin’ monotone
kuta it’s that new c_nt you’re a loser
watch these other motherf_ckers fall while i move up
always stayin’ beubed up call and (?)
the sell up all the day and they all claim they move puff
i weight them sandwich bags of drugs up so i can sell ’em
these c_nts i tell ’em don’t be caught in these parts of melbourne
i never sleep until i’m happy with the profit margin
these cops are parkin’ up behind me while i’m tossin’ garbage
agitation in the back smokin’ crack with satan
procrastination every where there’s no chance to save ’em
all these b_tches turn me on like an activation
you thinkin’ you’re the f_ckin’ sh_t over exageration
rap b_lls got them bags like i’m santa claus
i’m mad at rawts grabbin’ torch and i found a porsche
it’s not my fault that i’ve got charles manson thoughts
we’re the types of c_nts who droppin’ acid tabs at court
find me on a different planet lookin’ for them dragon b_lls
or you can find me on ya sisters mattress ‘cos her hands are bored
i’ll take shots at ya face like them camera stores
then go back home with the boys b_tch who do you love
[outro: filthy fil]
yeah motherf_ckers filthy fil
who the f_ck do you love (ah)
shout outs to every motherf_cker
slothski (?) my f_ckin’ main man d
yeah f_ck everybody f_ckin’ don’t let anyone tell ya what to do
and f_ck you to
filthy fil b_tch
f_ckin’ record all day every day except for when i’m late

- filthy fil

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