Lyrics:
rowdy till he got his face smacked in
He was walkin' by his lonely
Yea we caught em lackin
Fuck the dissing
Bitch I'm busy paper stackin
40 Deep
I'm jus
texts 'cause you send emojis
And I send 'em back (what kind?)
She send a purple pickle (ugh), I send that wet wet back (wet)
One minute you straight
at least i least I made it rhyme
SSSSSSort of... I'm gonna need therapy aren't I?
Hostess with the mostest and the purple locs (The purple bitch)
Tasty like
were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing
The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers
And you want to take her with you to the hard
[Ludacris]
Oh you feel that as I take you to them dirt roads deep in your southern roots
When nobody said life was going to be easy
And we
Ooh you feel that as I take you to them dirt roads deep in your southern roots
When nobody said life was going to be easy
And we travel to this
But why's the sky so, so frightened
Now we hide from the sun
'Cause when the tears run I run
Knowin' I just have myself at the
Deep end
Lose myself,
bound your heart to mine
I can feel it within me deep inside
Your heart beat echoes in my ears
Broken by the sound I'll never hear
If you were with me
that you be talkin barely getting you by
Purple kush and chocolate thai every day I'm getting high
Burgers and some french fries still don't fill my
Is that Tip12lve?
Everyday I wake up gotta walk by faith
Can't get off her and she can't get off of me
I get blessed everyday need congratulations
them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the military turn
Jones]
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up,
her mouth only out of spite
(Whoa-oh-oh) but I'd never hit a woman, never in my life
(Ayy) I was in too deep like Mekhi Phife'
(Ayy) in that pussy so
a pose
I'm still ridin' on elbows, in eighty-threes and eighty-fo's
The gangsta slab is what I flip, wood grain is what I grip
That purple drank is what
The long dookie fifth, next to the Town House crackers
Mad noise, 2008, a G a game
I'm Ron O'neal in the love seat, sunk deep
Long nigga bustin' out they
it's crack, 200 grams
I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at
It's slow, lookin' for Rambo
The cop who got grazed back in the days
Chasin'
i got the heater
Tryna catch my drip
She gon drink it by the liter
Half black Philippina
Right angle how I lean her
Tryna rock the boat deep strokes
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
200 years of absence broken by a brazen pair
It's not to shake a stick at when you actually AB the numbers
And so it was the PA game
away
Sleep with that purple by her side
Now she's seeing strobe light
Her last man did her wrong
And he left her mind gone
She's just fading away
Till
Tapping
At my chamber door
That I scarce was sure
I heard you here
He opened wide the door
Darkness there and nothing more
Deep-Deep in the velvet shadows
And, she's coming home
I got a picture of her down by the seashore
Wearing a bikini made of purple velour
Her hair's up like Conway Twitty's pompadour
in the urn
Is it God or money that really make the world turn?
Grab your gun, separate the ones from the real funds
Inhale deep and hold it in your
Verse 1 - Purple SWG:
Im a fucking paradox
No im not
Cant forget about my last
She's god damn hot
The moon its rising
The sun its setting
The dark
the way she smiled would turn him on
Adam Tan, he drove a purple sedan and liked to take it out whenever he could
Peggy Sue, she drove a purple car too
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