purge.wav - hades lyrics
hey, hey, hey, hey
[chorus: purge!]
i pull up to the club, drip fire like i’m hades
talkin’ to your b+tch in the corner, she my lady
got her number pullin’ up, i’m in my new mercedes
wanted to smoke when we got it, but she got my baby
d+mn (oh sh+t)
yeah, she just another fan
hit me up inside the night, askin’ if i got some plans
she tired of your voice and she tired of my mans
she comin’ up to my place and she takin’ off her pants
got a text on her phone, that he mеssy and he miss her
told him that she busy and i’m sеndin’ up a picture
sendin’ death threats to my number, that’s a hit, huh?
talkin’ sh+t, you a broke boy, four figures
d+mn (wait what?)
i can tell that you don’t like me
but i’m on your lady playlist, stayin’ spicy
pull a drip down to my feet in a white tee
and your b+tch nice, and she actin’ so feisty
[verse 1: kea!]
driftin’ around in a town like hades
i’ma tell your b+tch, yeah, i’ma tell your lady
always on the come up, cuz these b+tches don’t faze me
i’ve been f+ckin’ around with a bad b+tch, lazy
hazy, crazy, can’t never replace me
keep y’all undercover, now you b+tches wanna face me
i’ve been makin’ plans, all these b+tches wanna chase me
goin’ up, i’m high as f+ck, my young girlfriends, they hate me
yeah, now i’m makin’ the bands
and i don’t think about my future, i don’t have many plans
and i’ma live right in the moment, i’ma open my hands
i got the world right on my shoulder, i’m just meetin’ demands
now i’ma f+ck on your b+tch, cuz i’m goin’ insane
i call her unholy, cuz she keepin’ frame
we worship in hades, the game is a game
we got triple six, baby, this check, i’ll be slayin’
[verse 2: 666tsukasa]
ayy, wait, i’m just a failure
they say that i lose, it’s a cold day in h+ll
cuz i f+ck on a b+tch and she grippin’ my d+ck
and her mans call her phone, says she sayin’, don’t tell
droppin’ some garbage, can you imagine that?
i got ice on my neck like an avalanche
cuz i pull out the glock, who you laughin’ at?
yo b+tch a cat like a cattle ranch
don’t give a f+ck, cuz i’m k!llin’ this beat
and my bots like my fit, cuz you know they all fleek
and they call me the ring, cuz you dead in the week
and i’m smokin’ on dope, and i’m sippin’ on lean
yo, b+tch, an addict, you know she a fiend
cuz she takin’ my d+ck, then she f+ckin’ the team
and you rap about guns, but lil’ b+tch, you a geek
f+ck it up, b+tch, cuz i like her physique
[chorus: purge!]
i pull up to the club, drip fire like i’m hades
talkin’ to your b+tch in the corner, she my lady
got her number pullin’ up, i’m in my new mercedes
wanted to smoke when we got it, but she got my baby
d+mn (oh sh+t)
yeah, she just another fan
hit me up inside the night, askin’ if i got some plans
she tired of your voice and she tired of my mans
she comin’ up to my place and she takin’ off her pants
got a text on her phone, that he messy and he miss her
told him that she busy and i’m sendin’ up a picture
sendin’ death threats to my number, that’s a hit, huh?
talkin’ sh+t, you a broke boy, four figures
d+mn (wait what?)
i can tell that you don’t like me
but i’m on your lady playlist, stayin’ spicy
pull a drip down to my feet in a white tee
and your b+tch nice, and she actin’ so feisty
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