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philthy rich - light it up كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
put it in the air
blow me in the air

[chorus 2x]
roll it up, roll, roll, roll it up, roll it up
light it up, light it up oooh aaah
roll it up, roll, roll, roll it up,smoking until ya…. higgghhh

[1st verse]
(it’s philthy n-gga, peep me out look)
i say, higher than a motha f-cka back to back blowing swishers
i don’t f-ck with broke n-ggas, and i don’t f-ck with broke b-tches
might hit the lean, but never play with my nose, that’s dope fiend sh-t
i ain’t a dope fiend b-tch
yea a n-gga stay high, like these true religion prices
b-tch stop asking what i spend on my breitling
got a zip of that loud, and a bottle of rose’
tatted like amigos, shout out my homeboy oj
smoking till’ my eyes low, trap with the .54
man i mean the .45, this purple got me so high
driving with my knees on the way to the cheese
bad b-tch roll my weed wind blowing through her weave
lot of money in these true’s, lot of kush in these blunts
lot of fake n-ggas rapping, but who really gives a f-ck
i just smoke weed and check traps
and i don’t even write raps
i do it of my head n-gga
feed your -ss some lead n-gga (it’s philthy)

[chorus 2x]
roll it up, roll, roll, roll it up, roll it up
light it up, light it up oooh aaah
roll it up, roll, roll, roll it up,smoking until ya…. higgghhh

[2nd verse]
(philthy)
look, look, look i’m nothing like them other n-ggas
i don’t even f-ck with n-ggas
i stick to myself though
they stuck on the shelf though
this rich n-gga popping, that broke n-gga flopping
hop in this b-tch’ whip, i bet him who she knocking
she just wanna smoke weed with me
after the show leave with me
take her to my house and pray to god that she can sleep with me
you be on that ho sh-t, i supply them with that dope d-ck
f-ck your main b-tch and act like i ain’t know sh-t
now i got her rolling weed for me
got her selling p for me
touch down on the east coast, sending 50 g’s to me
i got 50 g’s with me, five nine hunnid boy
k!ll zone mafia, you don’t really want it boy
smoke good and f-ck better
winter time rock the leather
plus i keep the heater on me
you don’t want this heat up on you (you don’t want this heat up on you, it’s philthy n-gga)

[chorus 2x]
roll it up, roll, roll, roll it up, roll it up
light it up, light it up oooh aaah
roll it up, roll, roll, roll it up,smoking until ya…. higgghhh

- philthy rich

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