Songtext Dame fame Philthy Rich

Dame fame

It's Philthy
Shit be crazy how these niggas smile in your face
Act like they fuck with you, but they really don't
It's Philthy

Woah, too much, nigga too much, nigga too much
Woah, woah, woah, [?]
These youngins murder, murder, all you smell is gunsmoke
I don't know who to trust, no
I came up, I came up, ya I came up
Woah, woah, woah why they prayin' on my downfall?
Too much money rollin' in I done lost count
I don't know who to trust, no

If Jody [?] was alive bitch
Know that nigga wouldn't fuck with ya
Told on a couple Richmond niggas
Now the hood don't fuck with you
In the hood selling cocaine
I was never blinded by the fame
Had the shit before I had a name
I ain't never offered you his chain
You done woke up a sleeping giantAsked me to keep a secret quiet
You ain't never in the hood though
You be passing through or you sneaking by
Real F.O.D. ENT
We don't gangbang no ENT
Seminary and Foothill
Tight in front of [?] tryna move a key
The crazy part I used to fuck with you
You came home on some bitter shit
You called my phone when I was in Atlanta
Out your own mouth you told me that you snitched
You took the stand, nigga youse a hoe
That ain't what Funk Or Die stand for
Thought I was tryna take year from you
So you let the ho acorn know

Ooh, too much, nigga too much, nigga too much
Woah, woah, woah, [?]
These youngins murder, murder, all you smell is gunsmoke
I don't know who to trust, no
I came up, I came up, ya I came up
Woah, woah, woah why they prayin' on my downfall?
Too much money rollin' in I done lost count
I don't know who to trust, no

My biggest hater since the first day
I shake something like an earthquake
He was in his feelings when he came home
Then he found out then he fuckin' [?]
But no disrespect to her though
Me and her it's all love though
Pussy nigga keep run his mouth
I'm gonna fill it up with a slug though
Stop telling niggas you don't fuck with me
Tell them niggas why you don't fuck with me
[?] stuck with me
Real niggas they fuck with me
You forfeited all that gangster shit
When you took the stand you lesser than a man
In the kitchen bussin' down the grams
Moms mad for fuckin' up her pans
Who you think you really fuckin' with
My money right, we can go to war
We can't funk why you broke Stacy
In the streets we can hold court
What you gone say?
I'm gettin' extorted, I ain't from the hood, bitch I heard it all
When you came home want me to put you on
But snitch niggas ain't meant to ball

Ooh, too much, nigga too much, nigga too much
Woah, woah, woah, [?]
These youngins murder, murder, all you smell is gunsmoke
I don't know who to trust, no
I came up, I came up, ya I came up
Woah, woah, woah why they prayin' on my downfall?
Too much money rollin' in I done lost count
I don't know who to trust, no