Whatchu Want Phil Lyrics & Tabs by Phil Ade
Whatchu Want Phil
guitar chords lyrics
Yea uh, yea phil ade uh
Sitting in the back of the class I'm passed out
If this the future for my ass I'm assed out
Cashed out of momma house lookin for the proper outlet
To get out these bars cause I ain't out yet
I'm out set to make this thing happen
Your facts backwards you got it pig latin
Got a nat for the rapper and a lat for the yapper
Only wack niggas do punk niggas quit dat
And I'm half way in the door what should I be pin in it for
Label me as local but they play me out in singapore
That's what I'm in it for won't catch me in the for
Try to ride phanom with a mini bar in the door
Down to pen work got em all on red alert
Hit the jay till it's low you can call it jennifer
Try to ride phanom with a mini bar in the door
Down to pen work got em all on red alert
Hit the jay till it's low you can call it jennifer
Need center though rep it till the fullest
I'm a royal fam king ya'll like to eat a bullet
Hard base on the track
Put my state on the mat
To make a way for my team and my name up in lights phil a-d-e
Hard base on the track
Put my state on the mat
To make a way for my team my name up in lights phil a-d-e
Up in down u street kickin it bruce lee
Tell the veterans I'm on the heels oopsee
Collins avenue with a bad bitch I have to do
I don't book dumbands I dump em and then they chapter through
The future and I'm on to say good afternoon
Fullified hear I swear you niggas is half balloon
Back stage got smoke fillin up half the room
Tell em niggas pay me half or I'm a have to move
New to jacket and jeans I got my denum up
Venumus send my enmeies ass like enimus
Rent a bus sinnacle rappers and then send em up
Better bucken then fuckin with me I'm still sellin bud
Lifes a bitch and now I tell her but a nigga got class
Plus I ain't a ass can't you tell it boy
Id rather sell a bunch of dreams till I get it
And when I die laughing a face has said did it
Mad base on the track
Put my state on the mat
To make a way for my team and my name up in lights phil a-d-e
Mad base on the track
Put my state on the mat
To make a way for my team my name up in lights phil a-d-e
Oh my god oh my god is what they yell I give them hell I'm on my jock
Not burning I'm building bridges I'm on my tod
Give em dope that's what I'm dealing I'm on my bob
This ain't no fa-side ain't putiing on a persona
I just dropped beat I get guap-persona
Hip hop my genre I pushin it beyond ya
Limit ya trippin but I ain't carin ya'll diner
King of one lines clothes is designer
Hoes make em sign up pick em out of line
Keep em fresh line up ni-kes tied up
Diddy on my city but you can't lock my shine up
Yea worldwide my nigga
Still at your house probably tryin a find a letter
In a chevrolet pick up with the speakers on blast
When I walk up in the club what chu think they gonna ask
Mad base on the track
Put my state on the mat
To make a way for my team and my name up in lights phil a-d-e
Mad base on the track
Put my state on the mat
To make a way for my team my name up in lights phil a-d-e
