[Lil’ Boosie talking] Ease your mind a little bit (ease your mind) Light up that blunt (light up that motherfuckin’ blunt) Lift back that sunroof (lift back your shit nigga)
[Lil’ Boosie] This that shit that we ride to This that shit that we vibe to This that shit that we get high to That gangster music nigga And you can try but you ain't Lil’ Boosie nigga no (no) Bad bitches got you feelin’ great Looked at my CEO like CEO let’s get this cake, baby I hit the stage and hoes go crazy, I'm player made All my hoes got Jordan skills, they fade away I hit the mall and bought (shit) throwback after throwback Everybody wanna take pictures they like, “Damn, you Mr. Kodak.” Smoke comin’ out my sun roof a nigga shining A nigga love gettin’ pussy love rocking diamonds If you got kids in this world, nigga, handle your business And you don’t need no nigga, be independent It’s murder murder niggas beefin’ niggas slingin’ nines And I keep that purple purple to ease my mind
[Chorus] Smokin’ on purple ease my mind This that shit that we get high to… yeah It's murder, murder, murder gotta keep you nine This that shit that we ride to… yeah [repeat]
[Lil’ Boosie] I know the game I know the street I got the raps you got the beats And we're gonna lay it down real sweet So you all can ride, head bobbin side to side I don’t want shit from my fans but this: feel a real nigga’s vibe When you down and out, don’t nobody trust you But when you got bread it seem like everybody love you It’s still fucked up mayne in certain cases (believe this nigga, look) they still racist, I can see it on them bitches’ faces that’s why I’m smokin’ and laughin’ I got my grind on And they don’t feel my struggle they think my mind gone That’s why it’s murder, murder kill, kill on the corner These little niggas got big pistols ready to put it on your So, when you die you might as well be high Is it heaven or hell or is it all a lie? That’s why I smoke purple on Monday, purple on Tuesday Two glocks cocked so they don’t bruise me
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[Lil’ Webbie] Smoking on that doja I done got a bag for cheap, nigga Eyes barely open and I’m glued to the backseat Boosie took another hit and then he passed it back to me This shit must got something in it, niggas slipped some crack with weed Ain't no crack up in the windows I can barely even breathe Got me fumblin’ and trippin’ almost passed the blunt to Cee Got it cloudy in the Bentley niggas squinting tryin’ to see And they don’t know what time it is but I know it’s time to eat Ridin’ dirty bumping, ridin’ dirty know how that shit be One day your hear and the next day you going on repeat With that nine up in my reach right now dyin’ ain’t for me Mayne this pine got me sleepy but I’m too high to go to sleep Bust a hooty when you rollin’ potent as you s’posed to be You be rollin’ and smokin’ ‘em back to back consistently Keep movin’ dutches to Phillies, garcias, and shisha sweets Young savage don't really care just put that shit in the airTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
