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ta3$ - purple lyrics

talks:
what color it is? (look!)

hook:
told my lil’ b-tch, look roll up/
she got a att-tude, like hold up!
sippin’ on that purple, make a n-gg- slow up/
smokin’ on that purp, make me go up

hook (2nd part) [repeats 2x] :
roll up, hold up, roll up, hold up
so many blunts, that i think im bout to throw up
call the radio ,i think im bout to blow up

1st verse:
yea, a n-gg- eat pork..but i don’t f-ck wit’ them pigs/
so a n-gg- chief tree, but i don’t puff on them cigs
she asked me, whats my type…told her the 1’s that don’t wear them weave or wigs/
and not selfish, stay humble, not diggin’ for gold..and love the kid
but im a grown -ss dude, that hold his own without a lend/
wit’ these vicious -ss bars, my nickname should be sid
and we trappin’ new tons, and i ain’t talkin’ bout no figs/
and by we, i mean the crew, team keep it street…yea them my nigs
you can listen to every song, got rap figured out..can’t go wrong/
gimme’ some dutches or backwoods, cause i don’t use no f-ckin’ bongs
hit the l, take the flow to the ‘yo, come up with hits that make you know we gon’ blow/
booking agents, promoters payin’ stacks for a show..d-mn right we gon go!
how ‘bout bet a g, that you could never portray me/
my n-gg-s hustle tree…while we rock “l-r-g”
don’t mistake va for the lover’s state, you prolly knew it was the hustler’s state/
getting’ all this cheese, on top of this bread..you would think it came out the factory!

hook:
told my lil’ b-tch, look roll up/
she got a att-tude, like hold up!
sippin’ on that purple, make a n-gg- slow up/
smokin’ on that purp, make me go up

hook (2nd part) [repeats 2x] :
roll up, hold up, roll up, hold up
so many blunts that i think im bout to throw up
call the radio i think im bout to blow up

2nd verse:
yea that zip come in a zip, sell the mid..roll the piff/
smoke a whole zone, got a n-gg- straight gone off the rip
i be flippin’ mo’ than cable, i be stuck like a staple/
me and my potna’ blaze like this, it ain’t even the 20th of april
my first name ain’t jason, but they know that i am da kidd/
haters ready for me to die, ‘cause they know that i does it big
makavelli, trapavelli, time to get high..lets watch belly/
this pack that just came in..almost same color as some jelly
old folks call it trash, i stuff it in a trash-bag/
four-four-eight in my whip, that’s what i call a gas-bag
pound sign, add a pound..now that’s a real hash-tag/
my lil’ chick blow me down, same way she do a hash-bag
how ‘bout bet a g, ya’ sh-t you rollin’ come with seeds/
you heard that i be paranoid, ‘cause i be growin’ all these tweeds
don’t mistake va for the lover’s state, by now you should know its the hustler’s state/
getting’ all this cheese, on top of this cake..you would think it came out the factory!

hook:
told my lil’ b-tch, look roll up/
she got a att-tude, like hold up!
sippin’ on that purple, make a n-gg- slow up/
smokin’ on that purp, make me go up

hook (2nd part) [repeats 2x] :
roll up, hold up, roll up, hold up
so many blunts, that i think im bout to throw up
call the radio ,i think im bout to blow up

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