Wednesday, July 28, 2021

TREY CHOPS - THE PIT Of Phil lyrics

THE PIT Of Phil

TREY CHOPS

GENRE
Rap
(Rest in peace Phil Breadstax)
Why do I do this to myself, do this to myself, do this to myself
Why do I do this to myself, I do this to myself, myself

P-H-I to the L, I rest my head in hell
And observe little niggas stacking wealth
It's different when you hear a siren, and it touches you
You run for two, these saddlebags been burning through just like my shoes
Two wheels on a frame, that weighs more than me
It's hard to breathe, choke on red velvet, not meant to be
Last words are uttered like a scene from present movies
Turn my head and tell them yo we smoking doobies, Cadillacs and groupies

I wish my momma knew I loved her
I hope the whole world could get along and just end the suffer
Kids starving, yet you never finish supper, media player buffer
Bitches can hop up off my dick, 'cause Philly 6-feet under
Bitch, choke up on your words, rest in peace
I'ma haunt these streets and give these hoes the bird
Philly never dead, Philly never dead
Chant that shit all the time all up in my head
Philly never dead

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