Purple Piss Songtext
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Purple Piss Songtext
Mixing up this mud, this cup my therapist
Look inside the toilet you see purple piss, huh
Most these niggass cap and I′m not hearing it
You know we been having more sticks than a damn terrorists, huh
Too much weight upon my shoulders but I'm gon carry it
Fell in love with this lifestyle fuck around and married it, huh
I done seen some things but can′t speak on it gotta bury it
Boy you Chris Rock, so funny, so hilarious, huh
I gotta watch my back, I'm just not anybody
Swear this bitch she a nat, she fuckin on any body
With the jeweler lookin at baguettes, know I went tennis probably
Like NASCAR how I smash this Vette won't slow for anybody
He tryna beef through text, know that he timid probably
I could get him knocked off thru a text, like any minute probably
All these bags up in my trap, woulda thought it was Christmas probably
Say she just wanna geek know we got plenty Molly
The way I keep taking these meds, would′ve thought I was suicidal
She want red bottoms for her tears girl it ain′t no problem
She want a Birkin bag for her tears girl it ain't no problem
Walk in Bottega spending them small faces what you know about it?
Mixing up this mud, this cup my therapist
Look inside the toilet you see purple piss, huh
Most these niggass cap and I′m not hearing it
You know we been having more sticks than a damn terrorists, huh
Too much weight upon my shoulders but I'm gon carry it
Fell in love with this lifestyle fuck around and married it, huh
I done seen some things but can′t speak on it gotta bury it
Boy you Chris Rock, so funny, so hilarious, huh
Look inside the toilet you see purple piss, huh
Most these niggass cap and I′m not hearing it
You know we been having more sticks than a damn terrorists, huh
Too much weight upon my shoulders but I'm gon carry it
Fell in love with this lifestyle fuck around and married it, huh
I done seen some things but can′t speak on it gotta bury it
Boy you Chris Rock, so funny, so hilarious, huh
I gotta watch my back, I'm just not anybody
Swear this bitch she a nat, she fuckin on any body
With the jeweler lookin at baguettes, know I went tennis probably
Like NASCAR how I smash this Vette won't slow for anybody
He tryna beef through text, know that he timid probably
I could get him knocked off thru a text, like any minute probably
All these bags up in my trap, woulda thought it was Christmas probably
Say she just wanna geek know we got plenty Molly
The way I keep taking these meds, would′ve thought I was suicidal
She want red bottoms for her tears girl it ain′t no problem
She want a Birkin bag for her tears girl it ain't no problem
Walk in Bottega spending them small faces what you know about it?
Mixing up this mud, this cup my therapist
Look inside the toilet you see purple piss, huh
Most these niggass cap and I′m not hearing it
You know we been having more sticks than a damn terrorists, huh
Too much weight upon my shoulders but I'm gon carry it
Fell in love with this lifestyle fuck around and married it, huh
I done seen some things but can′t speak on it gotta bury it
Boy you Chris Rock, so funny, so hilarious, huh
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