FILTHY
In LA and shit
I pull up with whips, got em thinking that I'm taming shit
They just walk up to me, be like aye! whats yo name and shit
Tell em I got 10, cant be out here taking blame for shit
Find out in the end, first let me know, whats yo game and shit
Niggas moving shaky, they don't know what type of lane they in
Just you cut me off or you gon learn what type of pain I bring
Aye
Sometimes I don't feel like a rapper
If you too close to home, i pass it to (Uhh)
Crazy how fast he'll come clap ya
I dropped Gimme Dap and I said what i said
But I'm hearing some niggas still pressed bout a dap up
If it's Murder We Wrote, its the book that we read
Got ink spilling red by the end of the chapter
Ugh, goddammit I'm FILTHY
I be weak on my calls, i swear yall niggas do kill me
Niggas are dingy, not talking Virgil Off-White, but I mean like look at em really
Need to start calling me uncle, you asking for help
But I know that you niggas don't feel (Phil) me
Fixing ya face up to grill me, foot to ya head, and no I'm not passing out silkies
GUILTY
Of bussin' these moves like I'm Mike Jack
Fixing my wrongs way I write that
Move out the way
WATCH OUT
I'm Luda when he got the mic back
What can I say? Look at my face, couldn't you tell that I'm like that
Ain't looking for praise, redid my appraise, they can't believe where my price at
In LA and shit
I pull up with whips, got em thinking that I'm taming shit
They just walk up to me, be like aye whats yo name and shit
Tell em I got 10, cant be out here taking blame for shit
Find out in the end, first let me know, whats yo game and shit
FILTHY
Carlito SF - ten names (Intro) Lyrics
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FILTHY
In LA and shit
I pull up with whips, got em thinking that I'm taming shit
They just walk up to me, be like aye! whats yo name and shit
Tell em I got 10, cant be out here taking blame for shit
Find out in the end, first let me know, whats yo game and shit
Niggas moving shaky, they don't know what type of lane they in
Just you cut me off or you gon learn what type of pain I bring
Aye
Sometimes I don't feel like a rapper
If you too close to home, i pass it to (Uhh)
Crazy how fast he'll come clap ya
I dropped Gimme Dap and I said what i said
But I'm hearing some niggas still pressed bout a dap up
If it's Murder We Wrote, its the book that we read
Got ink spilling red by the end of the chapter
Ugh, goddammit I'm FILTHY
I be weak on my calls, i swear yall niggas do kill me
Niggas are dingy, not talking Virgil Off-White, but I mean like look at em really
Need to start calling me uncle, you asking for help
But I know that you niggas don't feel (Phil) me
Fixing ya face up to grill me, foot to ya head, and no I'm not passing out silkies
GUILTY
Of bussin' these moves like I'm Mike Jack
Fixing my wrongs way I write that
Move out the way
WATCH OUT
I'm Luda when he got the mic back
What can I say? Look at my face, couldn't you tell that I'm like that
Ain't looking for praise, redid my appraise, they can't believe where my price at
In LA and shit
I pull up with whips, got em thinking that I'm taming shit
They just walk up to me, be like aye whats yo name and shit
Tell em I got 10, cant be out here taking blame for shit
Find out in the end, first let me know, whats yo game and shit
FILTHY
In LA and shit
I pull up with whips, got em thinking that I'm taming shit
They just walk up to me, be like aye! whats yo name and shit
Tell em I got 10, cant be out here taking blame for shit
Find out in the end, first let me know, whats yo game and shit
Niggas moving shaky, they don't know what type of lane they in
Just you cut me off or you gon learn what type of pain I bring
Aye
Sometimes I don't feel like a rapper
If you too close to home, i pass it to (Uhh)
Crazy how fast he'll come clap ya
I dropped Gimme Dap and I said what i said
But I'm hearing some niggas still pressed bout a dap up
If it's Murder We Wrote, its the book that we read
Got ink spilling red by the end of the chapter
Ugh, goddammit I'm FILTHY
I be weak on my calls, i swear yall niggas do kill me
Niggas are dingy, not talking Virgil Off-White, but I mean like look at em really
Need to start calling me uncle, you asking for help
But I know that you niggas don't feel (Phil) me
Fixing ya face up to grill me, foot to ya head, and no I'm not passing out silkies
GUILTY
Of bussin' these moves like I'm Mike Jack
Fixing my wrongs way I write that
Move out the way
WATCH OUT
I'm Luda when he got the mic back
What can I say? Look at my face, couldn't you tell that I'm like that
Ain't looking for praise, redid my appraise, they can't believe where my price at
In LA and shit
I pull up with whips, got em thinking that I'm taming shit
They just walk up to me, be like aye whats yo name and shit
Tell em I got 10, cant be out here taking blame for shit
Find out in the end, first let me know, whats yo game and shit
FILTHY
Writer: Jamal Peterson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid