[Verse 1] Purple kisses on your neck, thinking 'bout the day we met Body dripping sweat, eat that, beat that pussy wet Purple silhouettes, purple drank and cigarettes She is my addiction, nigga need a Nicorette Trill-ass misses, fuck her where a nigga rest ASAP tat cause that's what a nigga rep Style fresh to death, show you bitches how to flaunt And the Yves St. Laurent, or her Isabel Marant Like when Jay-Z out, tryna take B out All these magazines try to play me out All my ex-girls tryna fade me out By the ending I was finished, so it's crazy how
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[Verse 2] Okay wait, now hold up, let me switch that flow up Call her to come over and you just try to control her Ever since I growed up, I been got my dough up Now I'm smoking more blunts and I'm sipping 'til I'm poured up Tore up from the floor up, tore down from my toes up Get throwed 'til I throw up, but I'm pimping like I'm 'sposed to Got the illest chocha, reason why I chose her Mami is a rider and see me I be that roller She hate a rap nigga walking with his nose up She date a rap nigga walking with his toaster So take your picture, get your close-up Another fake imitation, just a poser on a poster I did it again for my culture Went Tesla roadster, traded it in for a Rover Just to get a nigga chauffeured Driver pull over, tipping and picking these hoes up I'm slipping from feeling this sober Window is rolled up, this purple kissed on my shoulder Undress and I sex and I hold her Caressing her breast with my head on her chest I'm all on her
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