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chug thugg - slow chug lyrics

[intro]
ya
we back again
purp gang
droppin,’ chuggin’, ya (droppin’!)
with petey purp
ya

[chorus]
blue and red
shot ’em dead (gang)
it’s a message
to the feds (brr brrr!)
if you try
to cut my breath (cut my breath)
i’ll put a bullet
in your head (do doot do doo)

[verse 1]
purple is a combination of red and blue (red and blue)
bloods and cripps are wack so i made my own crew (crew)
i call it purp gang, all we do is sip on lean (lean)
only mixer in our drink is codeine

all the verts are riding low so that they scr-pe the ground
it may seem dumb but when we cruise its gonna make a sound
my home is so well-guarded it looks like a compound
because the feds are on my tail and i cannot be found

glock on my hip
4:30 clip
i plead the fifth
ran him over with the whip
got the narcota
it’s ready to ship
ducking from ops
i’m ready to dip

wrote a new lick
slippery but i won’t slip
ride with my clique
got diamonds all on my wrist
dodgin’ my fists
gonna pop ’em in the lip
the sunset’s [?]
what you think you doing here?

[chorus]
blue and red
shot ’em dead (shot em dead)
it’s a message
to the feds (to the feds)
if you try
to cut my breath (cut my breath)
i’ll put a bullet
in your head (do doot do doo)

[verse 2]
[?] i’ve been dodging the feds
carrying the draco for w’s and red
always behind the red rope
’cause i’ve been slinging the dope (slingin’ the dope)
cash in my hand
cash on the brand
criminal like taliban
i’ma go murk on your man
he trying to f-ck with my plan

f-ck with my plan
skrrt from the skrrt from the skrrt from the skrrt from the skrrt from the skrrt from the skrrt from the skrrt from the vert
sip on my sip on my sip on my sip on my sip on my sip on my sip on my sip on my sip on my sip on my syrup
blood on your blood on your blood on your blood on your blood on your blood on your blood on your blood on your shirt
tokin’ on tokin’ on tokin’ on tokin’ on tokin’ on tokin’ on tokin’ on tokin’ on purp

i just took your baby mama on a private jet
told her we gonna make a film, genre triple x (triple x)
[?]
then she gonna find out chugger packing all the heat
tool on my belt like i’m bob the builder
mind’s unstable like a psycho k!ller
catchin’ bullets like harambe gorilla but i send them back they gon’ get filled up
th-rns on my back like an armadillo
ops rolling up i keep my profile low
if i see one of the haters i know
hand me my knife i’m ready to go

[chorus]
blue and red
shot ’em dead (?)
it’s a message
to the feds (reppin’ purp gang)
if you try
to cut my breath (cut my breath)
i’ll put a bullet (put a bullet in yo…)
in your head

[outro]
it’s the truth
you here it
chugga on this mix tape
forgot to get fire extinguishers in this b-tch

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