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Uncle Phil Video (MV)




Performed By: Bhris
Language: English
Length: 1:56
Written by: Christopher Rice




Bhris - Uncle Phil Lyrics




I got hundreds n my pocket
Bad bitches hotel

I'm having munyun
Nigga stop it

My cop dark like Tony Snell

Bro got rich from off cyboxing
My main hitter still n jail

I'm really having shit we popping
Use to buy shit from models

Chrome heart crosses on my body
My jeans cost a nigga bail

Exotic tho I'm smoking Knockers

I put Chanel on her heels
Brown skin bitch
I know she toxic
BBL I thought it's real

Don't call this phone if U ain't coping
It look like I got a deal

This 5 racks
We scoring pints
All the bowls n pints its sealed

Blood shed and broken hearts
U ain't ready for that field
A Headshot will clear his mind

I'm wearing Ricky craccin seals

If the head good
I don't even care I pay her bills
She think I love her wen we f*ck
I pop a pill (I pop a pill)

Big crib in LA
Uncle Phil

I'm catching dental from a thot
We n da hills

I need a mill
Bro tryna crash out
I told em chill

I'm ina fast car
I be taking drugs so I can heal

We been past y'all
I just pulled up Lamby inda hills

Can't do dash door
It's too many knocks n the crib

I got a cash card
But u know my body
Punch the bill

Always had heart
I was up n shit wit out a care

Never scared
Was in Flatbush by the veer

Now I'm taxing Idc
F*ck them niggas who ain't here

Don't act surprised
But u bleed like I bleed

I Miss the guyz
Free Banga Al n Teez

Too much ties
Young Guns Chris n Neef

I'm havin shit
I wear Dior for a week

Ah honeybun would put boys ona .....

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I got hundreds n my pocket
Bad bitches hotel

I'm having munyun
Nigga stop it

My cop dark like Tony Snell

Bro got rich from off cyboxing
My main hitter still n jail

I'm really having shit we popping
Use to buy shit from models

Chrome heart crosses on my body
My jeans cost a nigga bail

Exotic tho I'm smoking Knockers

I put Chanel on her heels
Brown skin bitch
I know she toxic
BBL I thought it's real

Don't call this phone if U ain't coping
It look like I got a deal

This 5 racks
We scoring pints
All the bowls n pints its sealed

Blood shed and broken hearts
U ain't ready for that field
A Headshot will clear his mind

I'm wearing Ricky craccin seals

If the head good
I don't even care I pay her bills
She think I love her wen we f*ck
I pop a pill (I pop a pill)

Big crib in LA
Uncle Phil

I'm catching dental from a thot
We n da hills

I need a mill
Bro tryna crash out
I told em chill

I'm ina fast car
I be taking drugs so I can heal

We been past y'all
I just pulled up Lamby inda hills

Can't do dash door
It's too many knocks n the crib

I got a cash card
But u know my body
Punch the bill

Always had heart
I was up n shit wit out a care

Never scared
Was in Flatbush by the veer

Now I'm taxing Idc
F*ck them niggas who ain't here

Don't act surprised
But u bleed like I bleed

I Miss the guyz
Free Banga Al n Teez

Too much ties
Young Guns Chris n Neef

I'm havin shit
I wear Dior for a week

Ah honeybun would put boys ona .....

.......
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Writer: Christopher Rice
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