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tre'shawn money a.k.a. streetspittah - purges lyrics

bruh, i’m the epitome of greatness
i’m so real, my authenticity is contagious
going hard since i was born, never in hiatus
i’m going no ceilings, while you’re still stuck in the bas-m-nt
i’m a missile in the sky, the military’s got me in surveillance
i’m floating on cloud nine, no gravity like i’m weightless
walking around with shades, because maybe i’m that famous
went to a restaurant hungry and left with the waitress
when i go, i’m on girls like fragrance
both you and your music like to take it up the -n-s
getting all the awards, it’s a yearly basis
if you tried to walk in my shoes, you’d struggle tying the laces
i could spit my entire life like its les mis
if you did that, then you’d be the definition of what lame is
my rapping got me a reputation, yours made you more of a vagrant
long live moneyyyy, i’m ancient and i’m ageless

i’m k!llin it, blood spillin’ in villians
ballin with sk!ll and i’m spitting ill feelings
spitting verses, like i’m in churches, i’m taking down every hater
this the purges, this the purges
living for a reason, spitting for a purpose, taking haters down
this the purges…

sitting on the throne, i make it reign
making cash money, like i’m bruce wayne
i’m living a life, that you can’t even maintain
got so many girls, some even got the same name
demolishing haters in the way, like a hurricane
she likes me ‘cause i’m smart, she came for my brain
she bought a ticket, and then rode the train
if she was the basket . . . all i did was drain
i’m a rapper that’s mastered all the elements
gamebattlefilms1? i’ll win this battle with my regiment
when your girl be in my crib, that’s when she puts her phone on silent
i pulled her strings, now i play her like a violin
you’re talking all this cr-p, you need a piece of gum
ya feel me? because if you don’t it’s your fault for being numb
got your girl feeling all type of way, not just some
she said, your verses, make me look like i’m spitting psalms

scr-w-ng with p-ssies, ya’ll should call me jerry
on top and always here, born to be legendary
tryna call me out, but your weak arms couldn’t carry
half of my success that makes me different from ordinary
uh, you the fruitiest, you’re very strawberry
typical white kid, khaki shorts and leather sperries
got limited knowledge, with limited vocabulary
probably lived to the age of 12 believing in the tooth fairy
i’m the truth, i bury
the lies from you, it’s scary how it varies but trust me it’s the juice, it’s cherry
i pop those, like girls poppin pills like its dietary
overdose on that stuff, tomorrow on the obituary
i manage to get things done, i do what’s necessary
you’re sitting there with an iq that matches huckleberry
fins to swim in p-ssies, mouth to eat it up
i’m the big bad wolf teaching lessons, you’re a pup

p-u-r-g-e-s

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