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big boy gang – purgatory lyrics

[lil smelli: hook]
i’m with my k!llers down in purgatory i send you to h+ll
i met up with hitler and his cryppas i said “what the f+ck?”
got my sludge got my gun on me i send you to h+ll
i got my brothers and some hundreds and you know i ain’t waste sh+lls

down in purgatory
with my slimy b+tches i like ’em slimy gory
i got the percy 40 i just poured a deucy
and i’m with my toolie you a rookie
i just flipped a 50 made like 60
and my skrillas gotta sick i’m a scary man
[lil smelli: verse 1]
bruh i’m hangin’ with alternative women
bruh i’m hangin’ with the clone of abe lincoln
bruh i’m like the ops when i shoot them bruh i’m leanin’
bruh i pulled up to the party see you leavin’
bruh i pulled up to the party 1 minute in i was geeked

i got the glock on me i got a trappin’ phd
i got my cryppas goin’ down on ops
we hate dudes that ain’t got the same mentality
i got my boys on my i got my skrilla on me
and i got my k!llas with me and i got my skrillas with me

[verse 2: henrick tanner]
i send them boys to sleep they all havin’ nightmares
i push your f+ckin’ family down a well
and i stack my money taller than a bottomless well
and i dump out my bag filled with f+ckin’ shotgun sh+lls

dreamin’ of my oppas death so i never leaven ’em loan
don’t try ‘n run my toolie got a mind of its own
if you preaching’ like a pastor my blasta leave you gone
if your p+ssy tastin’ sour i’m leavin’ goin’ home

[verse 3: slimeman]
poppin’ xannies till i drop
and we bust shots at the cops
my boys will spin your block
leave no trace of all my ops
ain’t n0body missin’ em we leavin’ no witnesses
when you see us pull up and you see us bust shots
man you better believe we ain’t missin’ em
f+ck it i’m dissin’ em i know that they listenin’

they see my wrists
they know that its glistening
hatin’ on my b+tch i ain’t even famous
when i drop my sh+t yeah i know you f+ckin’ play it

call my kid laroi cuz i’m on yo b+tches playlist
don’t go tryna make amends now just because i made it, save it
i be sayin’ dumb sh+t cuz i know you f+ckin’ hate it
i be on my grind man you know i’m dedicated

[verse 4: hopp]
and i’m on fire like the wicker man
you was gettin’ old you retire man
talkin down on me we was fire then
keep some spider water in my cardigan

man down these are messages
poppin’ pills and [???]
real professional like garbage men
yeah boys like the surface
get my gun [???]
clearin’ levels in the f+ckin’ dungeon
get 100 racks this is alli made
get my gun yeah shoot for fun yeah

and my glock can tell that you a b+tch
get some money now you gon’ f+ckin’ switch
you ain’t bro yeah you a f+ckin’ b+tch
get my gun yeah turn it to a l!ck

[verse 5: sp+nk liar]
yuh
i gotta do what i gotta do
bout to make your face turn blue
you belong beneath my shoe

uh, what?
i might burn a car or two
i’m a terrifyin’ dude
got imposters mf doom

i pay no mind to your stupid ass soundcloud
i’m bout to swing at the busta till he screamin’ “man down!”
uh, manager of the dope ass cryppa store
all my mans got guns and we bout to f+ckin’ go to war

[lil smelli: hook]
i’m with my k!llers down in purgatory i send you to h+ll
i met up with hitler and his cryppas i said “what the f+ck?”
got my sludge got my gun on me i send you to h+ll
i got my brothers and some hundreds and you know i ain’t waste sh+lls

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