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philthy rich, g.t., cash kidd & doe boy - go lyrics

[intro: babyface ray]
yeah
(fonk or die)
mm, yeah, that’s hard
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
f_ck you mean?
go

[verse 1: babyface ray]
let me show you how it really is (yeah)
tricks is for rabbits, you silly kids (tricks is for rabbits)
they shootin’ at houses and k!llin’ kids (lame)
i cum in her mouth, say she on her period (b_tch)
these n_ggas rappin’ a hundred drills
i’ma just rap ’til a hundred mil’ (beep)
i’ma just lap on these n_ggas
they lazy, they movin’ slow
young n_gga movin’ dope
two_seat with two hoes, i’m two and oh (yeah)
you can get cooked
the navy been trainin’, we used to smoke
conquer the world, i’m like dr. evil
go through the red light like this sh_t legal
kush in the air, i’m like beanie sigel
i was taught never bite the hand that feeds you
b_tch can’t get sh_t, i’m in hustle mode
f_ck all that sh_t, man, i’m stuck in mode
massage seat the benzes, [?]
sprint to a check, louis runners on
b_tch can’t get sh_t, i’m in hustle mode
f_ck all that sh_t, man, i’m stuck in mode
massage seat the benzes, [?]
sprint to a check, louis runners on
b_tch can’t get sh_t, i’m in hustle mode
f_ck all that sh_t, man, i’m stuck in mode
massage seat the benzes, [?]
sprint to a check, louis runners on
[verse 2: g.t.]
ayy, straight to the land, lock in with ri
i go straight to the mountains, i pick out my weed
a house full of ‘bows like it’s christmas eve
keep every watch plain, but the neck on freeze
four_door porsche with the wide_body seat
[?] me and ray [?]
was in the nosebleeds, now we got floor seats
[?] my back and i land on my feet
quit with the cappin’ in all of that rappin’
we already know that you can’t pay the fee
ride in the benz, get massaged by the seat
if you get in that field, better tie up your cleats
motor so clean, you can sit there and eat on it
how you claim a street and you don’t even be on it?
b_tches be broke and they freeloadin’
b_tch, i’m a boss, i’m a homeowner
john mayer, boy, that’s a gold daytona
n_ggas was sleep, now they watchin’ the takeover
she f_ckin’ with me, now the ho got a makeover
trippin’ for real, pourin’ lean in a coca_cola
wait, benz all white, look just like baking soda
i’m screwed up right now, feelin’ like flip, lil’ n_gga, the game over

[verse 3: philthy rich]
google my net worth, say six m’s
i send six b_tches [?]
rolls_royce cullinan, twenty_six rims
f&n five_seven knock off six limbs
bad_ass b_tch in the maybach benz
knocked her in 2010, been locked in since then
twenty_pointer hearts with the cartier lens
my b_tch really havin’ motion, her and all of her friends
41 bust, rose gold in the band
and i took a n_gga b_tch, i ain’t never took the stand
all hustle, no luck, i ain’t never did a scam
might hold a b_tch purse ‘fore i hold a b_tch hand
two_fifty on a urus with a chop, eatin’ lamb
put a hundred on his top, get him dropped with his man
sneak dissin’ on the ‘net, but he really a fan
free all my n_ggas locked up in the can
[verse 4: cash kidd]
cruisin’ in vegas, it’s a hundred and ten
come get your b_tch ‘fore i f_ck her again
cops get behind me, i stomp on the benz
fist full of bands like a cut on my hand
i’m with all rich n_ggas, bring a couple of friends
it’s goin’ down quick like i’m stuck in the sand
hitman with me, ho, f_ck on my twin
treat her like a pizza, watch her come out the pants, huh, ayy, huh
n_gga, i’ma ho you ’cause they pay me to talk and i’m bored
she got diabetes, i’m assaultin’ your wh0re
carpet bombs like aladdin, make her talk to the floor
call the b_tch zelda, she [?] my sword
n_gga wifed my eater, [?], he a dork
broke_ass boy, what you callin’ me for?
that n_gga scared to get dealt like it’s a dog on the porch
huh, ayy, n_gga
you think ’bout playin’ me, what you pausin’ it for?
i can’t wait to give my dog a reward
got switches in the club, i’m happy gilmore
i’m cheatin’ life like i been here before
n_gga ask, “where the hoes?” got his b_tch on the floor
n_ggas want fonk ’cause i’m dripped in dior
hundred k on me, tryna steal from the store

[verse 5: doe boy]
sprint to a check with these runners on (yoom)
b_tch, i got rich, put my brothers on (gang)
‘fore i get dressed, put the cutter on (graow, baow)
you better not enter the murder zone (graow, baow)
step on a n_gga, i up it and blow
n_gga, you know how i roll, uh (fool)
beezy ain’t duckin’ no smoke
only thing beezy gon’ duck is a ho (oh, really?)
f_ck out my phone, leave me alone
step out the shower, bottega my robe
we get the drop, then we savin’ the lo’
soon as we pull up, we takin’ his soul
i had to [?] that burner
beezy ain’t scared of no murder
f_ck n_gga say he want beef, uh
hang with them sliders, no burger
[outro: doe boy]
go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

- philthy rich g t cash kidd doe boy lyrics

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