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Smokepurpp – DUCK! Lyrics

[Chorus]
They know Lil Purpp shock a bitch like some thunder (Yeah)
Talking that shit then I put him up under (Prr)
He  not a savage, that nigga a runner (Bitch!)
Look  at my diamonds‚ they bright like the summer (Yeah)
Walk with the choppa‚ make everyone duck (Walk)
Bitch  I want top ’cause I don’t wanna fuck (Yeah)
I drop a quarter mil’ all on one truck (Yeah)
Ride with that chopper‚ make everyone duck (Prr, prr)
[Verse]
Bitch I don’t fight yeah I’m gunnin’ ’em down
That  boy a pussy I made him skip town (Bullshit)
Silencer on that bitch, don’t make a sound (Shh)
Bitch I be geekin’ I smoke me a pound (Geek‚ geek)
He try to run, he get hit in his back
I give her dick, she come back like it’s crack (Woah)
You must be stupid‚ you think I’ma lack? Lil  Purpp bless yo’ trap
Yeah! (Purpp)
Bitch I’ve been down for it, nigga get smacked (Bitch)
Fuck a [?], I walk down on her pussy (Guap)
30 clip, empty it out on her pussy (Thirty)
You niggas not gangsta, you niggas rats
You niggas cap, you niggas trash (Bih’)
Call up your B and that bitch I’ma smash (Uh)
You niggas don’t really live what you rap (Uh)
Bitch I’m a G, what I say is all facts (Woah)
Ride ’round the city, Dracos in the back (Ride)
You niggas clowns, all you niggas 6ix9ine
Fuck on this bitch then I make her 69 (Yeah)
Bitch I don’t cap, yeah I ride with that .9 (Bitch)
Nigga test me then I knock out his eye (Uh)
Rob a lil’ pussy he go in the trunk
Do the Lil’ Jon when the chopper get crunk (crunk)
Crunk is too saucy I’m bringing the funk (Bitch)
They stealing my style, I don’t give a fuck (Yeah)
[Chorus]
They know Lil Purpp shock a bitch like some thunder (Yeah)
Talking that shit then I put him up under (Prr)
He not a savage, that nigga a runner (Bitch!)
Look at my diamonds, they bright like the summer (Yeah)
Walk with the choppa, make everyone duck (Walk)
Bitch I want top ’cause I don’t wanna fuck (Yeah)
I drop a quarter mil’ all on one truck (Yeah)
Ride with that chopper, make everyone duck (Prr, prr) Play this song
[Intro]
Bitch!

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Smokepurpp & Murda Beatz – Pray (feat. A$AP Ferg) lyrics

[Intro: Smokepurpp & A$AP Ferg]
Lil Purpp
Ayy
I play with your bitch clit like I play the guitar
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car
Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords
Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause
Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
I’m in the coupe, I’m with a bitch, ceiling got stars
Nigga want beef, he could get smoke, like a cigar
I’m on TV, I’m on the boards, bitch, I’m a star
Pray for my nig, pray for a brick, free all my dogs
Fuck that lil’ bitch, she got back pain
My Fiji and diamonds the same thing
Scope on that bitch it got good aim
Choppa make a nigga do the rain dance
Feel like I’m Thug, all YSL tell by the smell
45 pints, all of it Wock, came through the mail

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car
Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords
Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause
Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar
Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car
Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords
Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause
Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar

[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
Got your bitch on molly, I came with a shotty
And I came alone, but I left with your shawty
Designer, I fuck your bitch with a good timing
She take the dick like an assignment
Counting the green, it ain’t no salad
I know these niggas, they ain’t crying
Run up the check ’til my feet crying
And I blow bands in the weekend
Drippin’ the water, the deep end
Designer, I fuck your bitch with a good timing
She take the dick like an assignment
Counting the green, it ain’t no salad

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car
Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords
Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause
Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar
Pray for the gliss, pray to get rich, pray for the car
Pray for the clique, pray for my nigs, pray for the lords
Pray on your bitch, she on my dick, she for the cause
Fuck on your bitch, play with that clit, play the guitar

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Smokepurpp & Murda Beatz – Pockets lyrics

[Intro: Smokepurpp & Murda Beatz]
Aye, gang
Lil Purpp bless yo trap
Gang (phew, phew)
M-M-M-Murda

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
I wanna fuck but she boring (huh)
Fuck a friend, money important
Look at my neck and it’s snowin’
Lil Purpp on top I don’t show it
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
Jump in the Rari, I’m dashin’ (skrrt)
Fuck on that bitch then I pass her (ooh)
You can’t see me through them glasses (what)
All of my diamonds be flashin’ (flash)
Diamonds, they all on my body lil’ nigga
VVS diamonds, they shinin’ like glitter
All the designer, I drip like the river (drip)
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
I’m at the apartments
Niggas come through, it’s a one stop shop
Louis my garments
Run up the racks when I fuck at the apartment
Your baby wanna fuck (look up)
I don’t wanna fuck I tell her suck my watch
You get no warning
We on the block and we made that shit hot (Lil Purpp)
Ooh, choppa got a lot of kick back
Just met the bitch, had to kick back
Send me a text, don’t get shit back (ooh)
Fuck the bitch, I don’t do chit-chat
We ride around with the big mags
Nigga get popped like a tic tac (Lil Purpp)
Smokin’ on bubble, that piss pack (ooh)
Run up the racks, yeah I did that (Lil Purpp)
Run up on me, push yo shit back
Lil Purpp the best and that big facts
Ooh, pour up a six and two
Walk out of Saks, spend a hundred on shoes
Fuck that lil’ bitch and she wet like a pool (Lil Purpp)

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
I wanna fuck but she boring (huh)
Fuck a friend, money important
Look at my neck and it’s snowin’
Lil Purpp on top I don’t show it
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
Jump in the Rari, I’m dashin’ (skrrt)
Fuck on that bitch then I pass her (ooh)
You can’t see me through them glasses (what)
All of my diamonds be flashin’ (flash)
Diamonds they all on my body lil’ nigga
VVS diamonds, they shinin’ like glitter
All the designer, I drip like the river (drip)
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger

[Verse 2: Smokepurpp]
Whoa, Lil Purpp be ridin’ with poles (poles)
And I am sick like I just got a cold (cold)
He said he ridin’ but he went and told (Lil Purpp)
Ooh, bad bitch and she red like the bean (bean)
Bitch we got money like Mayweather team (team)
Young nigga juggin’ since I was thirteen (teen)
Jump in that Rari, I’m hittin’ two hundred (skrrt)
Fuck on that bitch and I fuck on her cousin (skrrt)
9 in the morning and my cellphone buzzin’
Stayed in the trap and we breakin’ out onions
Maison Margiela and mixed with Givenchy
Count up the racks, young nigga got plenty
How many bitches I need me about twenty
Sippin’ on lean, I don’t fuck with the Henny

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
I wanna fuck but she boring (huh)
Fuck a friend, money important
Look at my neck and it’s snowin’
Lil Purpp on top I don’t show it
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger
Jump in the Rari, I’m dashin’ (skrrt)
Fuck on that bitch then I pass her (ooh)
You can’t see me through them glasses (what)
All of my diamonds be flashin’ (flash)
Diamonds they all on my body lil’ nigga
VVS diamonds, they shinin’ like glitter
All the designer, I drip like the river (drip)
She wanna fuck ’cause my pockets a lil’ bigger

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Smokepurpp – Lift Yourself (PurppYe) Lyrics

[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Amnesty]
Hard to see, ooh
The hang ups we have today-ay-ay
Ayy
Said we need to strive for more liberty
It’s Lil Purpp man, I’ma talk my shit
Your favorite lyricist
Lift yourself upon your feet, let’s get it on
Yourself up on your feet, let’s get it on
You know what the fuck goin’ on bitch, esskeetit
Lift yourself upon your feet, let’s get it on
Yourself up on your feet, let’s get it on
Lotta niggas been sayin’ I ain’t lyrical
So I’m ’bouta get real lyrical on this shit
Lift yourself upon your feet, let’s get it on
Yourself up on your feet, let’s get it on
Ayy, shoutout J. Cole too
You know what goin’ on
Lift yourself upon your feet, let’s get it on
Yourself up on your feet, let’s get it on
Ayy, ayy bitch, ayy
Lift yourself upon your feet, let’s get it on
Yourself up on your feet, let’s get it on
Esskeetit, esskeetit, huh?
Esskeetit, esskeetit
Lift yourself upon your feet, let’s get it on
Yourself up on your feet, let’s get it on
Scooby-dooby-doo, esskeetit
Huh? Huh?
Hard to see, ooh
Esskeetit, it’s your favorite lyricist
The hang ups we have today-ay-ay
Said we need to strive for more liberty
Esskeetit, esskeetit, esskeetit, huh?
Lift yourself upon your feet
Yourself up on your feet
Scooby-dooby-doo-ba-boo
Esskeetit, esskeetit, esskeetit, huh?
Lift yourself upon your feet
Yourself up on your feet
Esskeetit, esskeetit

[Verse 1: Smokepurppp]
Esskeetit, esskeetit, huh?
Scooby-dooby-ba-boo
‘Sskeetit, ‘sskeetit, ‘sskeetit, huh?
‘Sskeetit, huh? ‘sskeetit
Scooby-dooby-ska-ska
‘Sskeetit, ‘sskeetit, ‘sskeetit
‘Sskeetit, ‘sskeetit, ‘sskeetit
Shoutout J. Cole, ayy
Scooby-dooby-pa-pa
Esskeetit, huh? Huh?
Esskeetit, huh? Esskeetit
It’s your favorite lyricist
Esskeetit! Huh? Esskeetit!

[Interlude: Smokepurpp, Kanye West & Amnesty]
Hard to see, ooh
The hang ups we have today-ay-ay
It’s your motherfucking favorite lyricist
But they don’t really realize, though
Talk your shit Ye
Said we need to strive for more liberty
This next verse
Talk your shit Ye
This next verse though
Esskeetit!
Lift yourself upon your feet
These bars
Lift yourself upon your feet
Watch this some shit, go

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Poopy-di scoop
Scoop-diddy-whoop
Whoop-di-scoop-di-poop
Poop-di-scoopty
Scoopty-whoop
Whoopity-scoop, whoop-poop
Poop-diddy, whoop-scoop
Poop, poop
Scoop-diddy-whoop
Whoop-diddy-scoop
Whoop-diddy-scoop, poop

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Smokepurpp & Murda Beatz – Do Not Disturb (feat. Lil Yachty & Offset)

[Intro: Smokepurpp & Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murda and shit
Aye, aye, yeah
Murda bless yo’ trap
Murda bless yo’ trap
Bitch, aye, oo

[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Diamond on my neck like river (oo)
I just fucked a bitch on Twitter (yeah)
Put the K to his mouth like a motherfuckin’ dinner
Call lil’ bitch get head like a pillow (yuh)
Huh, woo, woo
Tats on my body, and my face too (yeah)
Damn, lil’ bih’ got attitude (damn)
If her ass fat, I’mma smack too (woo)
Rollie on my wrist, it’s a bust down (splash)
Hit your bitch from the back, she get bust down (yuh)
Bitch, I’m a dog, I’m a mad hound (what?)
Might as well put me in the dog pound (yeah)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Yachty]
Don’t hit my phone (huh?)
That shit on do not disturb (yeah)
AK make a footwork jerk (Lil Purpp)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (huh)
That shit on do not disturb (brr)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt (Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, Lil Boat, yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Sippin’ on purple with Purpp (Purpp)
Bentley coupe, this not no Chrysler (skrt skrt)
Fuck on that bitch, and you wifed her
Fuck I look like doing cyphers
I’m getting richer now (uh)
Finna start saying no to pictures now (uh)
These bitches tripping (tripping)
After I fuck, bitch I’m dippin’ (I’m dippin’)
Big Benz on track, that shit Crippin’ (skrrt)
Yeah that shit blue
Used to sip Hi-Tech like I had the flu
Told that lil’ baby, come suck on the crew
Ain’t no-one new ’round Lil Boat but you (woo)
All of my watches over 60 (yeah)
Audemars Piguet, make it do a 360 (damn)
They hop out the coupe, and your hood and get risky (skrrt skrrt)
In the spot with a strap ’cause security didn’t frisk me (boom boom boom)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp & Lil Yachty]
Don’t hit my phone (Lil Boat)
That shit on do not disturb (fuck wit’ me, fuck wit’ me)
AK make a footwork jerk (yeah)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (huh) (gang)
That shit on do not disturb (Lil Boat)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc (Lil Boat)
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt (skrrt skrrt skrrt skrrt)

[Verse 3: Offset]
(Woo, woo, woo, Offset!)
Smokin’ on rocks, no nerds (hey)
Hang a football like a hall of fame jersey (jersey)
All it’s gon’ take is one word (one)
Run in yo’ house while you there, that’s a burglary (ayy)
For the nights and we fuckin’ them thots (for the nights)
For the Patek, I Rollie the watch (for the Patek)
Off an addy, go cop a robot (off an addy)
My bitch she plastic, she bust down a yacht (woo)
I keep the du-du-du strapped at my crotch (du-du-du)
I got them woo-woo-woos on the third aisle (woo-woo-woo)
Goyard got racks in the kangaroo pouch (racks)
Sippin’ the mud, live on the cloud (woo)
Chopper got nuts, 100 round yard (Yao Ming)
Bitch boy, put on a blouse (ayy)
I put a bullet right into yo’ vowels (bow-bow)
My crew turnin’ heads like a owl (bitch)

[Chorus: Smokepurpp]
Don’t hit my phone (yeah, huh?)
That shit on do not disturb (aye)
AK make a footwork jerk (yeah)
Tu-tu-tu, headshot dur (yeah)
Don’t hit my phone (hello)
That shit on do not disturb (brr brr)
Lil Purpp be off of the perc
Hop in the Lamb, and that shit goin’ skrrt

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Smokepurpp & Murda Beatz – 123

[Intro]
Yuh, wait
Lil Purpp
Huh
Lil Purpp bless yo trap
I ain’t really finna’ tell y’all how to get away with murda and shit
Yeah

[Chorus]
Okay, 1-2-3, yeah, I just popped a bean
Okay, 4-5-6, yeah, eight hoes on my dick
Niggas salty and they hatin’ ’cause Lil Purpp is young and rich
And my girl got a girl but her tongue got my kids
I just jumped up in that Jag, we smoke woods, not no Zigs
Lil Purpp in high demand, yeah, these verses worth a brick
And she know that I got hoes, but she still gon’ suck my dick
All these diamonds on my neck, got the flu, bitch I’m sick

[Verse 1]
This is a fur from Koala
My niggas scammers and robbers
Everything hit like the Dodgers
Droppin’ my chains in the water
Spent hunnid racks, I’m a baller
I get the bread like I’m [?]
He tryna’ run but we got him
Drop the shit down to the bottom
Huh, wait
I want all the smoke
I smoke all the dope
Uzi with a scope
Huh, wait
I count all these racks
I been movin’ crack
Lil bih’ throw it back

[Chorus]
Okay, 1-2-3, yeah, I just popped a bean
Okay, 4-5-6, yeah, eight hoes on my dick
Niggas salty and they hatin’ ’cause Lil Purpp is young and rich
And my girl got a girl but her tongue got my kids
I just jumped up in that Jag, we smoke woods, not no Zigs
Lil Purpp in high demand, yeah, these verses worth a brick
And she know that I got hoes, but she still gon’ suck my dick
All these diamonds on my neck, got the flu, bitch I’m sick

[Verse 2]
Smoking on cookie, that’s dank
Lil Purpp got blues in the bank
Lil Purpp on top of the ranks
I’m in the cut like a shank
Big AP, it’s bust down
Fuck that lil’ ho, she get bust down
Lil Purpp don’t ride in no trucks now
I spent the racks, give no fucks now
Switch lanes, switch lanes
I flip the bitch like a switch blade
Water on me like it just rained
I take that bitch out to Ukraine
Woah, woah, woah, woah
She wanna sniff on this blow (woah)
My bank account full of O’s
Jump out that motherfuckin’ Ghost

[Chorus]
Okay, 1-2-3, yeah, I just popped a bean
Okay, 4-5-6, yeah, eight hoes on my dick
Niggas salty and they hatin’ ’cause Lil Purpp is young and rich
And my girl got a girl but her tongue got my kids
I just jumped up in that Jag, we smoke woods, not no Zigs
Lil Purpp in high demand, yeah, these verses worth a brick
And she know that I got hoes, but she still gon’ suck my dick
All these diamonds on my neck, got the flu, bitch I’m sick

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smokepurpp – Big Bucks

[Intro]
Lil Purpp bless your trap, huh
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks
Oh my god, Ronny

[Verse 1]
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
We can get up, nigga, we can get up
Chopper leave a nigga doing sit-ups
That’s yo hoe? I fucked that bitch, she brought her sister
And I hit it ’til the morning, then I dipped her
Yeah, dripped up, yeah bitch I’m Ricked up
100 bands at Neiman Marcus, nigga, catch up
All that fu shit on your neck gon’ get you rashed up
Swear I’m flexing on these niggas, bitch, I sauce
Niggas fallin’ off the game, and I’m the cause
I swear to God these niggas pussy, menopause
You get no money, lil nigga, hold applause

[Chorus]
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked

[Verse 2]
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, we just hit a stain
And I came with two pistols like I’m Max Payne
Six Os in my bank, I can’t think the same
You got your mind around these bitches, we don’t think the same
Damn, and I sip on Wok, Wok, Wok, Wok, Wok
Pop a perc, then I xan, then I drop
I just pulled up to my show to drop the top
Krispy Kreme, I’m doing donuts in the lot

[Chorus]
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked
Lil Purpp!

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smokepurpp – Geek A Lot

[Intro]
Lil Purpp, aye this shit sound Smokepurpp as fuck
Lil Purpp bless yo trap
Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus]
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I want the brain, want the top
Tell one to come in my spot
I’m off the bean, not the Wok

[Verse]
Wait, yeah I got rich
I could just fuck any bitch
Smokin’ on thoink with yo bitch
She say my gas really hit
Big choppas, ride with mad yoppas
She see the racks on the floor and she hop on my dick like she was a grasshopper
Gucci my kicks, I got designer from head to my kicks
Even my pants are designer, they Rick
Walk in the mall and spend a lil’ brick
I’m off the Xan and I’m off the drank
Look at my Backwood it’s full of that stank
Diamonds just water, they came from a tank
I pop a bean and get racks at the bank

[Chorus]
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I want the brain, want the top
Tell one to come in my spot
I’m off the bean, not the Wok
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I want the brain, want the top
Tell one to come in my spot
I’m off the bean, not the Wok

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Smokepurpp – DISTANCE Lyrics

[Intro]
Lil Purpp bless yo trap

[Chorus]
Keep that fuck shit at a distance (at a distance)
She just wanna fuck me ’cause I’m distant (’cause I)
She just wanna fuck me ’cause I’m different (ya dig)
I can feel that fuck shit from a distance (from a)
Keep that fuck shit at a distance (distance)
She just wanna fuck me ’cause I’m distant (’cause I’m distant)
She just wanna fuck me ’cause I’m different (ya dig)
I can see that fuck shit from a distance (ya dig)

[Verse]
With a Glock in the kitchen (in the kitchen)
?????????
Young nigga shooting like a Piston
Put these hoes on a mission
Yeah he stole my swag I know (I know, I know)
Yeah he stole my sauce I know (sauce)
Know she wanna fuck I know (I know)
I just want the top then go
I’ve been in the jungle
Running with that ?? and with that sack and then I fumble
Niggas wanna fight they wanna fight they wanna tussle
Glock .45 and it bigger than Mutombo
How you know me don’t know you
Got 20 bands in the coupe
Got 30 bands in the stu (ya dig)
?? nigga shooting at you (ya dig)
Keep that fuck shit from a distance
Bitch I get that bread like a pigeon

[Chorus]
Keep that fuck shit at a distance (at a distance)
She just wanna fuck me ’cause I’m distant (’cause I)
She just wanna fuck me ’cause I’m different (ya dig)
I can feel that fuck shit from a distance (from a)
Keep that fuck shit at a distance (distance)
She just wanna fuck me ’cause I’m distant
She just wanna fuck me ’cause I’m different (ya dig)
I can see that fuck shit from a distance (ya dig)

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Smokepurpp – JUMP Lyrics

[Intro]
Ouu, ouu
Lil Purrp (yeah)
Bih, bih, bih bih bih

[Hook]
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (huh)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Luol Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (wooh, wooh, wooh)

[Verse]
Pockets they on jump (jump)
Cookie got me stuck (stuck)
Fuck that bih one time and now she say that she in love (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Give me face (Lil Purrp)
In New York I caught a case
Did the race (Lil Purpp, skrt skrt)
Got a warrant out of state (yeah, ouu)
I don’t wanna squabble, got this MAC here (huh, brr)
Don’t fuck with no one in the club, I’m throwin’ racks here (bih)
Try to play me on some work then you gon’ die here (brr, huh)
Told that libby yellow hoe, “Come bring that ass here” (ouu)

[Hook]
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (huh, jump, ouu)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (ouu, ouu, ouu)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng

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smokepurpp – Jump

[Intro]
Ouu, ouu
Lil Purrp (yeah)
Bih, bih, bih bih bih

[Hook]
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (huh)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Luol Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (wooh, wooh, wooh)

[Verse]
Pockets they on jump (jump)
Cookie got me stuck (stuck)
Fuck that bih one time and now she say that she in love (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
Give me face (Lil Purrp)
In New York I caught a case
Did the race (Lil Purpp, skrt skrt)
Got a warrant out of state (yeah, ouu)
I don’t wanna squabble, got this MAC here (huh, brr)
Don’t fuck with no one in the club, I’m throwin’ racks here (bih)
Try to play me on some work then you gon’ die here (brr, huh)
Told that libby yellow hoe, "Come bring that ass here" (ouu)

[Hook]
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (huh, jump, ouu)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (ouu, ouu, ouu)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, jump (jump, jump, jump)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng (Deng)
Pockets they on jump, Luol Deng

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DJ Flippp – Lied (feat. Ugly God & Smokepurpp)

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Reddrum on the beat
Lil Purpp, yeah, yeah
Dj Flipp, make the money flip

[Hook/Chorus – Smokepurpp]
He said he rich, he lied “huh?”
N—-s they broke, be quiet “be quiet, shh”
I got these lil n—-s crying “shh”
They snitch when they hearing them sirens “what?” “shh”
He said he rich, he lied “what?”
N—-s they broke be quiet “be quiet, shh”
I got these lil n—-s crying “shh”
They snitch when they hearing them sirens “snitch”

[Verse 1 – Smokepurpp]
And I’m on wock “wock”
Yea n—a pour (?) “drop”
F–k n—a wanna get shot
Don’t get too close you get dropped “brr, brr”
F–k a op “op, op”
F–k n—a we send the shot “shot”
They throw the gun in the dark
Wet this s–t up like a mop

[Verse 2 – Ugly God]
22 shots if you f–k with my gang
Shut the f–k up lil b—h suck on my thing
24 carats straight’ cutting my (?)
Hop out the Uber then f–k on your main, yeah
Cheat on my b—h, boy I’m stuck in my ways
Eat on my d–k, get the f–k out my face
Ice on my ring and on top of that 24K on my neck let it hang like a sleigh

[Hook/Chorus – Smokepurpp]
He said he rich, he lied “huh?”
N—-s they broke, be quiet “be quiet, shh”
I got these lil n—-s crying “shh”
They snitch when they hearing them sirens “what?” “shh”
He said he rich, he lied “what?”
N—-s they broke be quiet “be quiet, shh”
I got these lil n—-s crying “shh”
They snitch when they hearing them sirens “snitch”

[Verse 3 – Ugly God & Smokepurpp]
Aye, aye, aye
[Ugly God]
Grip that Glock “Grip that Glock”
Click clack pop “Click clack pop”
Sip that drop “Drop, drop”
Lean lean wock “Lean lean wock”
I got the wock just like Purpp “purpp”
You might get shot in my turf
My b—h keep a Glock in her purse “b—h”
She make you drop in a hearse “aye”
[Smokepurpp]
Put a n—a in a hearse “b—h”
Hunnit bands in a purse “b—h”
Sipping mud (?)
Put a pint in a (?)
50 thousand on my neck, on my wrist
I pull up, I (?)
She wanna f–k I just put in the tip
Eat it all up and I leave her no tip

[Hook/Chorus – Smokepurpp]
He said he rich, he lied “huh?”
N—-s they broke, be quiet “be quiet, shh”
I got these lil n—-s crying “shh”
They snitch when they hearing them sirens “what?” “shh”
He said he rich, he lied “what?”
N—-s they broke be quiet “be quiet, shh”
I got these lil n—-s crying “shh”
They snitch when they hearing them sirens “snitch”

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Smokepurpp – Geek Alot Lyrics

[Intro]
Lil Purpp, aye this shit sound Smokepurpp as fuck
Lil Purpp bless yo trap
Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus]
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I want the brain, want the top
Tell one to come in my spot
I’m off the bean, not the Wok

[Verse]
Wait, yeah I got rich
I could just fuck any bitch
Smokin’ on thoink with yo bitch
She say my gas really hit
Big choppas, ride with mad yoppas
She see the racks on the floor and she hop on my dick like she was a grasshopper
Gucci my kicks, I got designer from head to my kicks
Even my pants are designer, they rich
Walk in the mall and spend a lil’ brick
I’m off the Xan and I’m off the drank
Look at my Backwood it’s full of that stank
Diamonds just water, they came from a tank
I pop a bean and get racks at the bank

[Chorus]
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I want the brain, want the top
Tell one to come in my spot
I’m off the bean, not the Wok
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I want the brain, want the top
Tell one to come in my spot
I’m off the bean, not the Wok

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smokepurpp – Bih

[Hook]
Tell that hoe to eat bih, she say she a freak, bih
Ridin’ with that heat bih, do that cause I’m me, bih
Tell that hoe to eat bih, she say she a freak, bih
Ridin’ with that heat bih, do that cause I’m me, bih

[Verse]
Water on me like a dolphin
Put a nigga in a coffin
Smokin’ OG gas, all ’em cookies got me cough
Gelato smellin’ like I’m fartin’
All my niggas shoot
22. hangin’ out the roof
Knock the gold out his tooth
Pew pew pew, shoot
All my niggas move, get that pack then I move it
Lil Purpp, I’m goin’ stupid
Niggas say I’m dumb, I’m goin’ dumb, I’m goin’ stupid
I can’t love no bitch, bitch I ain’t cupid
AK-47 knock him toothless

[Hook]
Tell that hoe to eat bih, she say she a freak, bih
Ridin’ with that heat bih, do that cause I’m me, bih
Tell that hoe to eat bih, she say she a freak, bih
Ridin’ with that heat bih, do that cause I’m me, bih

[Break]

[Hook]
Tell that hoe to eat bih, she say she a freak, bih
Ridin’ with that heat bih, do that cause I’m me, bih
Tell that hoe to eat bih, she say she a freak, bih
Ridin’ with that heat bih, do that cause I’m me, bih

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smokepurpp – Krispy Kreme

[Hook]
Krispy Kreme
Yeah bitch I stay clean
Krispy Kreme
Yeah bitch I stay clean
Krispy Kreme
Yeah bitch I stay clean
Krispy Kreme
Yeah bitch I stay clean

[Verse 1]
Walkin’ on yo thot
Loafers with no socks
Bitch I’m sippin’ lean I’m poppin’ pills I pop a lot
In the lot
Donuts in the lot
Krispy Kreme
Bitch I drop the top
Krispy Kreme
Yeah bitch I stay clean
Thick bitch on my dick
Lick it like ice cream
Yeah bitch Imma speed
See me in a Beam
I’m a demon boy, see me in your sleep
Off-White on my body, I got Balmain on my jeans, hoe
Callin’ on my phone, but I put that shit on sleep mode
Shawty wanna fuck, but that hoe she for the scene tho
Told her give me top, and I told her use no teeth, hoe

[Hook]
Krispy Kreme
Yeah bitch I stay clean
Krispy Kreme
Yeah bitch I stay clean
Krispy Kreme
Yeah bitch I stay clean
Krispy Kreme
Yeah bitch I stay clean

[Post-Hook]
Krispy Kreme
Donuts in the lot
Krispy Kreme
Donuts in the lot
Krispy Kreme
Donuts in the lot
Krispy Kreme
Donuts in the lot

[Verse 2]
My car fast, eat all of the gas
My bitch bad, yeah her ass is fat
Cop pull up, bitch I do the dash
Gotta blast, got a pound of gas
That’s your hoe? I think she just wanna flirt, yeah
Drop the top, like my car it got no shirt, yeah
Got a chopper I might put em in the dirt, yeah
Okay on the block I’m shootin’ like it’s Mardi Gras yeah
Fuckin’ on a bunny, she a 10
Ink all on my body, on my skin
Call my mom I said I’m on them xans again
In the club I’m throwin’ hundreds, fuck a ten

[Hook]
Krispy Kreme
Yeah bitch I stay clean
Krispy Kreme
Yeah bitch I stay clean
Krispy Kreme
Yeah bitch I stay clean
Krispy Kreme
Yeah bitch I stay clean

[Post-Hook]
Krispy Kreme
Donuts in the lot
Krispy Kreme
Donuts in the lot
Krispy Kreme
Donuts in the lot
Krispy Kreme
Donuts in the lot

[Outro]
Lil Purpp
Lean wock
Huh?

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Lil Pump – Smoke My Dope Lyrics

[Intro: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
Yuh, yuh
Lil Purpp, Lil Pump
Yuh, huh
Brrrrt
Okay, what, yeah, what, yeah, yuh, ooh
Yuh, ooh, huh, ooh, huh
(Ronny J listen up)

[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)

[Verse 1: Lil Pump]
Cocaine on the boat (yeah, ooh)
I just had a stroke
Yeah, your baby daddy broke
Legit pay no ho child support (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Walk in the club and I flex like ooh
Take a nigga bitch in a Bentley coupe
Niggas ain’t even, I don’t see you
Bitch pussy bald just like Caillou (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 2: SmokePurpp]
I just smoke my dope (what)
Holes in the back of the coat (of the coat, brrrt)
Came to the party in a boat (yuh)
Chains on my neck make me choke (yeah)
Balmain on my jeans (yuh)
Pour a four of lean (Lil Purpp)
She gon’ swallow kids (huh, yeah)
That’s a Kid’s Cuisine, yeah

[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)

[Verse 3: Lil Pump]
Dope up in the stove (ooh, damn)
Mama told me no (ooh, no)
I feel like El Chapo (yuh)
Every time I whip a bowl (yuh, yuh, ooh)
Whippin’ up dope in the trap spot (what)
Sellin’ cocaine to your grandma (yuh)
Whippin’ up dope in the trap spot (yuh, yuh)
Sellin’ cocaine to your grandma (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 4: SmokePurpp]
Lil Purpp still sell crack (ooh)
His mom still move packs (uh)
Fuckin’ up the racks up at Sak’s (uh)
In the trap, still movin’ dime sacks (uh)
Poppin’ hella Molly and X (uh, yuh)
Fuckin’ on your bitch and your ex (what)
She rubbin’ on my dick like a pet (uh)
Wanna ride me like a jet (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

[Chorus: SmokePurpp & Lil Pump]
I just smoke my dope
Suck me ’til she choke (suck me ’til she)
I just smoke my dope (huh)
Suck me ’til she choke (uh)
Dick up in her throat (yeah, throat!)
Dick up in her throat (yeah)
Cocaine on the boat (okay, ooh)
Cocaine on the boat (ooh, yeah)

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smokepurpp – Phantom

[Chorus]
Smokin’ on a thoink, can ya smell that?
Put a hundred bands in a duffle bag
Pulled up in a Ghost, where the roof at?
Gucci’s on my toe, to my durag
Wock in my Fanta
Came in a two door Phantom
Wock in my Fanta
Lil’ Purpp really got the bands up
Lean in my Fanta
Came in a two door Phantom
Wock in my Fanta
Came in a two door Phantom
Lean in my Fanta
Came in a two door Phantom
Lean in my Fanta
Came in a two door Phantom (leaaan)
Wock in the Fanta
Came in a two door Phantom

[Verse]
I don’t want friends I want Audis
Your bitch she givin’ me toppy
Lil Purpp just came in a Masi
Bust down, just caught me a body
Young Purpp first like a wrestler
Get the work straight from Mexico
Got a foreign bitch, do a lot of coke
And she countin’ money by the peso
Diamond on my neck and it look like glitter
Gucci Gang fuck twin sisters
When I get a check, yeah they call me mister
Call Mary Kay, wanna fuck her sister
They like damn Smokepurpp, how you do that?
You just flow on a track and you kill that
And you thought you had the sauce, but you spilled that
Put a hundred in the safe like at Chase Bank
Nigga run up on me see my bad side
Got a bad bitch and a backside
All this water on me like I’m baptized
They be switchin’ gang, stay on that side
Bitch I’m Lill Purpp, do a lot of fraud
I be road runnin’, crash a lot of cars
Go to Saks Fifth, spend like thirty bands
Walkin’ out of Gucci with a Louis bag

[Chorus]
Smokin’ on a thoink, can ya smell that?
Put a hundred bands in a duffle bag
Pulled up in a Ghost, where the roof at?
Gucci’s on my toe, to my durag
Wock in my Fanta
Came in a two door Phantom
Wock in my Fanta
Lil’ Purpp really got the bands up
Lean in my Fanta
Came in a two door Phantom
Wock in my Fanta
Came in a two door Phantom
Lean in my Fanta
Came in a two door Phantom
Lean in my Fanta
Came in a two door Phantom (leaaan)
Wock in the Fanta
Came in a two door Phantom

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smokepurpp – Bless Yo Trap

[Intro]
Huh?

[Chorus]
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap

[Verse]
We can get into it boy, what you waitin’ for?
I got 4s to pull, Os to smoke
Bitch it’s Lil Purpp, I might fuck your hoe
Diamond chain, diamonds on my teeth, diamonds on my ring
For the gang, bitch it’s Gucci Gang, and we blowin’ brains
You can’t see my eyes I got designer frames
Pulled up in a foreign skirtin’ everything
Off the lean like a kickstand, can’t feel anything
Got a full clip I’m bustin’ everything
And I keep a choppa bitch I make it say
Pulled up to the club I’m throwin’ everything
Pulled up on your brother then I hit a stain
I need his weed, I need his Xans, I need his everything

[Chorus]
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap
Bless yo’ trap
Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap, Lil Purpp bless yo’ trap

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smokepurpp – Regrets

[Intro]
Purpp Digital, Digital Purpp
All these chains on me
All these chains on me, nigga
[?] on this side

[Chorus 1]
I did some things I regret
Young nigga came from trenches
That’s why I sip on this mud
I did some things I regret
Riding around with that tec
I did some things I regret
Murder, murder, murder
I did some things I regret
I pick up the check and I stretch
Young nigga fuck on his ex
I did some things I regret
Still ride around with that tec

[Verse]
[?]
All my niggas baked
Kick in that door like Liu Kang
I told you, Lil Purpp got crack
I hit that bitch from the back
I hit the bitch with a sack
Sonny rollin’ grams of wax
You ain’t top this lil nigga
[?]
You betta run to your nigga
I keep a gun lil nigga

[Chorus 2]
I did some things I regret
Young nigga came from trenches
That’s why I sip on this mud
I did some things I regret
Riding around with that tec
I did some things I regret
Murder, murder, murder
I did some things I regret
I did some things I regret
Young nigga came from the trenches
That’s why I sip on this mud
I did some things I regret
Riding around with that tec
I did some things I regret
Murder, murder, murder
I did some things I regret

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Regrets

Lyrics to ‘Regrets’ by Smoke Purpp:

–Intro–
Purpp Digital, Digital Purpp
All these chains on me
All these chains on me, nigga
[?] on this side

–Chorus 1–
I did some things I regret
Young nigga came from trenches
That’s why I sip on this mud
I did some things I regret
Riding around with that tec
I did some things I regret
Murder, murder, murder
I did some things I regret
I pick up the check and I stretch
Young nigga fuck on his ex
I did some things I regret
Still ride around with that tec

–Verse–
[?]
All my niggas baked
Kick in that door like Liu Kang
I told you, Lil Purpp got crack
I hit that bitch from the back
I hit the bitch with a sack
Sonny rollin’ grams of wax
You ain’t top this lil nigga
[?]
You betta run to your nigga
I keep a gun lil nigga

–Chorus 2–
I did some things I regret
Young nigga came from trenches
That’s why I sip on this mud
I did some things I regret
Riding around with that tec
I did some things I regret
Murder, murder, murder
I did some things I regret
I did some things I regret
Young nigga came from the trenches
That’s why I sip on this mud
I did some things I regret
Riding around with that tec
I did some things I regret
Murder, murder, murder
I did some things I regret

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Streets love me – Smokepurpp lyrics

Lyrics Smokepurpp – Streets love me

Momma told me, boy stay out the streets don’t be your pops
Came in with the magic like a pus*y let it pop
Momma told me, boy stay out the streets cause you get popped
Told my momma I’m sorry, I’m the one who sendin’ shots
I can’t leave the streets cause the streets love me
I can’t leave the streets cause the streets love me
I can’t leave the streets cause the streets love me
I can’t leave the streets cause the streets love me.

I can’t leave the streets, b***h I love the beef
I like robbin’ cars, I’m a f*ckin’ thief
Diamonds on my teeth
Really rockin’ through the streets
Drink a pint of eight, run through four like every week
Lil Purpp, Lil Purrp pop five xans it’s cool
Lil Purpp, Lil Purrp diamonds wet like pool
Came in with the work, pus*y niggas talkin’ he can get murked
Niggas sayin’ I’ma put his a*s on a shirt.

Momma told me, boy stay out the streets don’t be your pops
Came in with the magic like a pus*y let it pop
Momma told me, boy stay out the streets cause you get popped
Told my momma I’m sorry, I’m the one who sendin’ shots
I can’t leave the streets cause the streets love mee
I can’t leave the streets cause the streets love meee
I can’t leave the streets cause the streets love meee
I can’t leave the streets cause the streets love meee.

Momma told me I should go to school and get a job
But instead I went and got some work, now I’m in charge
Spendin’ money, livin’ large
Half a mill’ in my garage
Bitches want a menage
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My ex wanna sabotage
Sippin’ clean but the cup muddy, it’s blood up in my pop
That mop stick in that drop bit’, you gon’ f*ck around and get popped
I’m the one that call plays
I’m the one that sendin’ shots
I’m the one that set the streets on fire, you ain’t never been hot, no
I can’t leave the streets cause I feed the streets
My niggas need to eat where the cake we need a piece
I’m hot, I’m off the s**t no pancakes, I got surp’ nigga
Them Benjamin’s in the back of the Brinks like it’s a hearse nigga.

Momma told me, boy stay out the streets don’t be your pops
Came in with the magic like a pus*y let it pop
Momma told me, boy stay out the streets cause you get popped
Told my momma I’m sorry, I’m the one who sendin’ shots
I can’t leave the streets cause the streets love meee
I can’t leave the streets cause the streets love meee
I can’t leave the streets cause the streets love meee
I can’t leave the streets cause the streets love meee.
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smokepurpp – Gucci Breakfast (feat. Lil Pump)

[Intro: SmokePurpp]
Lil Purpp, Lil Purpp
Bitch
Four in the fuckin’ mornin’
Shout out these young hoes be hatin’ shit, ya dig?
Yuh, bitch
I’m fuckin’ tired! Want fuckin’ breakfast, ayy!

[Chorus: SmokePurpp]
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast
Smoke a blunt for breakfast (what?)
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah

[Verse 1: SmokePurpp]
Percocet, uh
I come to collect
For my set
I can get you wet, uh
I fucked that
I’m depressed, I stay in bed (what?)
Fuck your daughter (what?)
Fuck her ’til her pussy wet
I don’t need no glove
I need a vision, blunt
Bitch I’m from Dade County (what?)
Haitian, speak in tongue (okay)
Leave a nigga bloody like I poked him in the artery
I don’t do no party
I fuck hoes, do Molly
I just need somebody
To fuck hoes, do Molly with
I don’t do no party
Poke him in the artery
Ayy, what I say? Ayy
Bars, Xan, breakfast

[Chorus: SmokePurpp]
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast (what?)
Smoke a blunt for breakfast
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast (what?)
Smoke a blunt for breakfast
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Pump]
Pop a Xan for breakfast, ooh
Fucked that bitch then left her, yeah
Left her in a stretcher, ooh
Lil Pump the flexer, yeah
Pull up and I’m flexin’
Go to class with Smith & Wesson
Teacher told me I’m a blessin’
Always askin’ why I’m finessin’, uh
I’m a fuckin’ rockstar
I pop Xans and crash cars
Everything is Goyard
All I do is swipe card
I think I just touched the moon
I just gave your mama shrooms
I think I just touched the moon
I just gave your mama shrooms

[Chorus: SmokePurpp]
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast (what?)
Smoke a blunt for breakfast
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah
I drink lean for breakfast (bitch!)
Suck my dick for breakfast (what?)
Smoke a blunt for breakfast
Fuck your bitch then exit, ayy, yeah

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smokepurpp – Glock Inside My Benz

[Intro]
Udigg, udigg
*harmonizing*
No such thing as friends

[Hook]
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Rather buy a Benz, don’t want no friends
In my pockets dead presidents
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends

[Verse 1]
Hit that bitch in a Lamb’
Tax a motherfucker like Uncle Sam
And I’m off the xan, don’t give a damn
When I’m in LA they pull out cameras
G-Glock in my closet
Showed that bitch that Benz, now she drippin’ like a faucet
Before I kick in the door, bitch you know a nigga knockin’
Autotune status, bitch you know that my shit knockin’
If you stealin’ swag, I ain’t gon’ stop it
See I’m in the streets and I might drop ’em
Keep that fuck nigga, keep away
You can see it in my fit, I’m gettin’ paid
See me, you can see me
I feel like John Cena on this CD
Lil Purpp bless your trap that’s what the streets need
Don’t owe a nigga shit cause you don’t feed me

[Bridge]
And I pour the mud ’til I’m sleepy
Lil’ bitch wanna touch on my pee pee
I’m a deadstar, rockstar
I’m a deadstar

[Hook]
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Rather buy a Benz, don’t want no friends
In my pockets dead presidents
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends

[Verse 2]
Sweat, molly made me sweatin’
Yeah bitch I’m a star but I’m still dead
And I’m with my dawg just like a vet
Pull up at your trap and get it wet
Do it for my set
And I never talk to no feds
In LA I used to sleep with no bed
Now I’m a million dollar nigga in the jet
Udigg, SLATT

[Hook]
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Rather buy a Benz, don’t want no friends
In my pockets dead presidents
I don’t want no friends, I want no friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends
Glock inside my Benz, no such thing as friends