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calvary kylan - purple lyrics

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[chorus: calvary kylan]
how the f+ck i signed that deal and i’m still in the trenches with it?
when i blew up, caught a mil’, but i still got another ticket
how the f+ck that b+tch gon’ leave? that ho she claim she know my feelings
how the f+ck my patna switchin’? i had told him all my business

[verse 1: calvary kylan]
[?] catch on lack he jumpin’ [?]
he too slow like turtle, he ain’t never catch no murder
bro crippin’, flag be purple, pull up with that glock and murk him
we got a trap jumpin’, watch your perc’s, shoot up, we serve ’em, that gang
the b+tch bad, that lil’ ho make me nervous
ass fat, she ain’t even got no surgery
throw it back, tryna f+ck her while it’s early
smoke inside my city, please, don’t ask me why i’m worried
turn him to a pack, n+gga, he too green like shrek
tryna use that mac, p+ssy, i ain’t tryna scratch
i be speakin’ facts, ain’t no cap inside my raps
i put us on a map, they just thuggin’ on the app
bro bop with glocks, you hit a leg, you want a cookie?
he got to handle his own smoke, that’s what they say ’bout pookie
wanna say it when i’m alive, but wanna cry when a n+gga do me
can’t cap, i wanna die, but if they try then i’ma go out shootin’

[chorus: calvary kylan]
how the f+ck i signed that deal and i’m still in the trenches with it?
when i blew up, caught a mil’, but i still got another ticket
how the f+ck that b+tch gon’ leave? that ho she claim she know my feelings
how the f+ck my patna switchin’? i had told him all my business
[verse 2: tec]
that pack is landed on point [?]
this sh+t ’round them, but these rappers p+ssy, never clap a cannon
know we bring that purple flag sh+t from iraq to hammond
only time you slid was with a car, better go back to scammin’
n+gga try to send you up to god and make you leave your family
jumped in that water with them sharks and you know you a salmon
[?]
n+ggas bumpin’ reds like that sh+t [?]
go to war, we bomb ’em
real gangsta, fake
had a flashback of me bustin’ back, n+ggas spinnin’ on that lake
i had bought a packs and real crack, you could sell that sh+t on shein
shawty ass fat, take her all her cat and shoot it on her face
b+tch gon’ lose along, tryna smoke with us, it’s dumb
put some bands on his fitted, push your sh+t back like lebron
stand on business like frank [?], all these other n+ggas punks
exposin’ sh+t like [?] and know that p+ssy sh+t you’ve done



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