文本歌词

Phillies (Feat. Poppa LQ) - Luniz
(chorus: yukmouth)
P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-s
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-s
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
(yukmouth)
Surpress the brown ***** up in the crown vics
Spread her legs and put the greenery lips around it
Gets around it while niggas quit (woah!)
This ***** look better than whitney, lick her titties
Cause niggas say the ***** be the stick-icky
One puffll turn your brain cells to dust
Head rush, bound to fill your eyes up with the redness
Suck her up, but theres a million *****es just like her
Even dykes try to ***** her in the cypher with the lighter
Puttin the xxxx on the a** an, everybody cashin, blackin
Latino mother*****ers know they be mashin
Ni**a like whas happenin?
You can keep them sassy the xxxxey used to
Nicky bone to top to dump the hash in
My partners they be askin mr. y-u-k
Why you stay high off the hash and be smashin?
With a hundred gun and a hundred click
To the sto, they get phillies
To we get blunted as we wanna get
(chorus: yukmouth)
P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-s
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-s
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
(poppa l.q.)
I takes my gat with a phillie I don't need no quote
Now boss player this is how I like to blow my smoke
I grab the phillie cut the throat, jump to the back
Of a building, top player, makin a little bits with a cup up of spit
It makes me sick and upset when its spit and silly
Whenever you phillie, its all spitty and wet
It doesn't matter, rich or po, I couldn't care less bro
It mixes when I'm out and let the mother*****er smoke no hoe
I shake the bud mary-tramps, the one that tried to shove the w**d up the fifth
Without givin up no *****er food stamps
I know they want it, but smokin for free, I don't condone it
Don't put your crusty lips on it if you ain't got no chips on it
I spent a grip on it, and girl, the cuffs out here
And if you floss out here, you take a loss out here
You're doin too much catin in the cypher witcha
Lighter, tryin to flick your big, if you ain't got no skits, you can't get hit
(chorus: yukmouth)
P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-s
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
P-h-the-i-the-l-the-l-the-i-the-e-the-s
We mess with phillies we roll big phillies
(I wanna get blunted my brother)
(the luniz & poppa l.q.)
How many blunts do you blow on the daily
Many money I blow many, many, many
I smoke plenty (well, won't your black a** quit being stingy)
I'm not greedy (well, wheres that w**d fiend? )
(you better quit smokin those beadys in my fo hun)
(blow one for the po-one)
(ni**a, don't you owe one? ) (act like ya know one)
No one does it better, break it down with my thumbs
(***** the zigzags, and stack your lungs, make the runs)
But no fund, no gas money
(well, even if a dummy has money)
(hell be a dumber dummy then bin his a** money)
My blunt is my keeper like cash money
Blast money, stash money, the last money was considered
Bombs, stick, green grass money
Roll, but next time, ima put a little to the side (hash money)
(yukmouth)
Hey ni**a I started smellin w**d and hella w**d
Then I started sellin w**d
***** be tellin me, they wanna smoke
To catch mozik than a spellin bee
Cause I smoke they a** under the table
The hoes stable, pass me that cigarette or phillie
(poppa l.q.)
I got that feelin again, lets smoke that acrylin
Again, I said you willin again, then we can walk the poppa-ceiling again
I storms in like a mighty blast of wind
Inhale, exhale, the phillies rule my dome an (aaahhh!) (*cough*)
(high powered sh*t, tell that ni**a down the road to roll the sh*t up man)
(man yall niggas need to quit this sh*t)
(ni**a, you used to smoke too, more than me here, hit this sh*t)
(man, you already know do)
(numskull)
***** around and smoke the sprayed up
Ni**a be laid up, walk around like zombies, minds never made up
Smellin like a** hemps and grine, *****y mouth
Chap lips, *****in off all the poo-nanny
If yall gonna smoke Ill be the designated w**d roller
Call me numboy, the mother*****in seed roller
But you gotta crack the window though
Cause me and the lads like whoopi goldberg in centerfolds
Drink-a-lot never like to think-a-lot
Ni**a I don't smoke no more cause I don't like the stank-a-lot
Ni**a I'm drink-a-lot, smoke-a-lot too ni**a
*****, how you gonna say that sh*t ni**a if you be smokin cigarettes (***** yall)
And me ni**a, (I wanna get blunted my brother)
You know phillies, they give heart attack catch a ni**a
***** you ni**a, shitty a** niggas (***** you ni**a)
Smell like straight dookie (*echoes*)
(*laughter till fade*)