JoJo, TD, TPL, O’mizz - Philly Don’t Dance lyrics

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Don't lack in traffic like Frogga
Or you can get shot on your block like Dezzie
(Bow) these guys get way too lucky
Somehow they're always escaping death
(How?) and when gang pulled up in BG
Lerkz ran off and he left his friend (Gone)
But we don't talk 'bout that
Or back out phones, just rise up skengs
(Bow) oFB's got too much rappers
(Facts) , not enough slappers (Why?)
We're some real top trappers
You can call us the Farm block crashers
(Huh) you talk about Malis drinking lean
But your mate can't sip no lean
(No he can't)
He got bun on his sweet sixteenth, fuck that
I'm beefing miskeens (One kidney)

I'm tryna bill this spliff
But I need a pagan or two in my riz
(Bill it)
Glide in four door whips, latex on
Rambos and flicks (Bow)
They can say the gang don't drill
We glide 'round town like Tokyo Drift
If I'm not in the whip
I'm up on the strip
Tryna do deals with kit's (Dealing)
Broski loves dealing with smoke
But the smoke right
Here will give you more than cancer (Cancer)
Blacked out like Panther
Seven times three tryna turn man Casper
(Ghost)
All in not out, if you touch one of mine
We're gliding round (Gliding)
Tryna put a black yute in my Rizla
But I'll still ching a white boy down
(Ching)

Said they got beef with the Malis
But you can't be on to my dargies
(Don't be dumb) i'll smoke at your chargie
Philly don't dance with smoke in the party
(Don't dance) we boogie on the opp block
It gets fucked when I bring my army
(It's long) hide your Carti, summertime
You best hide your Barbie (Hide that bitch)
Said they got beef with the Malis
But you can't be onto my dargies
(Don't be dumb) i'll smoke at your chargie
Philly don't dance with smoke in the party
(Don't dance) we boogie on the opp block
It gets fucked when I bring my army
(It's long) hide your Carti, summertime
You best hide your Barbie (Hide that bitch)

I'm on the strip tryna shot these packs
If I see undies then I'm running away
(Running)
You can hold a fifteen inch or twenty
(Ching) , either way
It still rips through bellies (Ripping)
My whole gang's outside from early to
Night, if you wanna slide past, be ready
Big bro got his trusty stick
Tryna aim and shoot, put a yute on telly
(Bow, bow, bow)
Are you ready? Are you ready?
Cause this ramz just guts like veggies
(Ching) don't tek me
'fore I take one eye like Fetty (Tek it)
Big guns on the ride, sliding by
You can end up on the telly (On a telly)
Tap it, tap it
The Malis are in love with slapping (Wududu)

No one pop, man came with the dots (Boom)
Extra shells, this ting gon' bruck (Mhm)
On the frontline where shots get bucked
Just seen feds, oh fuck (Damn)
Said he's on man, he must be lost
Don't lack at your local spot (Don't lack)
I don't need no OT spot
In the hood, my trapline jumps (Jumpy)
Run when them doors go pop
It's them TP yutes on your block (Scary)
I don't do no cuffs so it's feds
Man dodge and I hide from thots (Mm-mm)
Bells in the mop (Whoosh)
Sweep up opps (Sweep him, sweep him)
Splash mans top (Splash that)
Do the TP bop (Ching)

Said they got beef with the Malis (Mm)
But you can't be onto my dargies
(Don't be dumb) i'll smoke at your chargie
Philly don't dance with smoke in the party
(Don't dance) we boogie on the opp block
It gets fucked when I bring my army
(It's long) hide your Carti, summertime
You best hide your Barbie (Hide that bitch)
Said they got beef with the Malis (Mm)
But you can't be onto my dargies
(Don't be dumb) i'll smoke at your chargie
Philly don't dance with smoke in the party
(Don't dance) we boogie on the opp block
It gets fucked when I bring my army
(It's long) hide your Carti, summertime
You best hide your Barbie (Hide that bitch)

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