Philly Dont Dance by TPL Lyrics
[Intro]
HARGO Production
[Verse 1: Jojo]
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)
[Verse 2: O'mizz]
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 kits (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)
[Chorus: Td]
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)
[Verse 3: O'mizz]
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)
[Verse 4: Td]
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)
[Chorus: Jojo]
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)
[Outro: Jojo]
Free Bills, free Boxer
Free S1 Touch Paper
Free Huncho
Yayo, ten out of ten
Abzy UK
Zino
Pres
HARGO Production
Free all the mandem
Touch Paper Lane, TP Hell
HARGO Production
[Verse 1: Jojo]
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)
[Verse 2: O'mizz]
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 kits (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)
[Chorus: Td]
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)
[Verse 3: O'mizz]
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)
[Verse 4: Td]
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)
[Chorus: Jojo]
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)
[Outro: Jojo]
Free Bills, free Boxer
Free S1 Touch Paper
Free Huncho
Yayo, ten out of ten
Abzy UK
Zino
Pres
HARGO Production
Free all the mandem
Touch Paper Lane, TP Hell