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Curren$y - Purple Haze Lyrics and Video (Ft. Lloyd & Trinidad James)

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'Purple Haze' Lyrics - Curren$y (Ft. Lloyd & Trinidad James)
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[Verse 1: Curren$y]
The four-one done, another one rolled up
I don't sip lean, but baby girl pour it up
Baby doll, I met her in H-Town
Counting paper like mine, baby girl a gold mine, fo' sho'
We can take it all over in no time
Bake up cake and go lay up, that's no lie
She like damn homeboy, you really living out your rhymes
I'm like yeah, that other shit ain't rap, that's fairy tales
I'm showing my flow, show, sea shells
Drug dealer fortress, got this from legal retail
Sitting on the porch, cone lit, flipping the torch
Seconds later after that I'm sitting in the Porsche
With the racing exhaust, I take your bitch away from you
She take some days off, I put them jams on, she take her clothes off
She perform for a Jet, put on for our set, I roll up the next

[Hook: Lloyd]
Purple haze, and codeine
And my baby girl, is all I need
Number nine, I'm on the fly
And I'm feeling so high, ? don't pull me down

[Verse 2: Trinidad James]
She pick me up and took me on a trip that I've never been
And when she looking up, baby girl I'm going in
She say, no-oh-oh, but I know you ain't shit
Your whip is just a slave ship, and I'm not no bitch to play with
You better watch your ? play
I laughed when I took her back ? serious
Cause her heart is very cold, and the warmth up in her soul
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
These riches never change, only the souls
They will leave you in the rain, no raincoat
She said she met Spitta, I guess the plane caught
? sweater, and the weed I bought
Play my heart, lay my heart
Play my heart, I had to let you know

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lloyd]
Oh, kush got me gone
Feeling so high, got me so blown
And the shit that I'm on, is cloud number nine, but six be my song
Twenty-one guns, kissing on my lips, blowing smoke in my lungs
Twenty-one drums, the heat's on my side in case a nigga want some
But I don't wanna fuss or fight, I just wanna chill tonight
On this Jet Life, Life, Life
Drop a little pink in my Sprite
Pop another pill and take flight
On this Jet Life, Life, Life

[Hook]

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Curren$y - Purple Haze (Ft. Lloyd & Trinidad James)



Curren$y - These Bitches Lyrics and Video (Ft. French Montana)

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[Hook: French Montana]
On it, your bitch calling
Said she on a pill and she rolling, dog
She want it all night long
Straight cash, all I want
Them doors go up on that Lam'
Bitches sucking over, no hand
She want me spend this cash all on her
I just hit that pussy, now I'm gone

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Too much gone, all to think about
I just need some good head, baby think it out
I slam doors on your favorite whore's
Niggas lost and won, some niggas won and lost
Can't run, nigga pray
Toast up for my niggas, make a milli' off a day
Them nightmares come true fast
Shining on your T.V. nigga, newsflash
School of hard knock, pocket all knots
In that small box, making young niggas roll fast
Montana, fast money with a slow ass
You fuck niggas stinking with your old ass
What's in my pocket is your hoes ?
I'm riding slow, these niggas talking fast
Rolling, nigga popped a pill and I'm rolling

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Six-hundred a bottle, bring ten
No sparkler's, too much attention
Drawing stalkers, bitches be fishing for baller's
I'm bossing, New Orleans
Ferrari's, Bentley's
To Monte Carlo's, El Camino's, Impala's
Disappearing with your broad at three in the morning
Penthouse, hotel room cards
Big dog, underground rap star, I can't lay down
Too long baby, plus I know your mans at home going crazy
And in my world you know the game ain't waiting
For no nigga putting pussy before paper's
So repair your make-up, and have your alibi made up
I hate to be the reason you and old boy breakup
I wake up, bake up
Night time, smoke the stage up, counting cake up, good time
Oh my Montana, Andretti coke wave
Jet Life

[Hook]

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Lil B - Twurk It Like Dat Lyrics and Video

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There’s a lot of thick bitches, I like skinny bitches
I like big fat girls
What do you mean?
Don’t discrimate on anybody, I like all women
Boy what you talkin bout?
Man I like girls that weight 250 pounds
Plus 400 pounds, even in the middle
I like a skinny ass, you feel me?
70 pounds, 103, fuck it

[Hook]
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that

Bitch can you shake your ass, like that ass
Fuck it from the back, broke you with the mac
Make your ass drop on the ground like that
Girl what’s your name? I’ma tell you like that
Riding round town all day with strap
Girl I like you, bitch what it do
Make it drop if you really want to
Need every girl to twerk your ass like this
Every hoe know, she dance like a hoe
She a good girl but she dance like a hoe
Throwin all this money, bitch I’ma go broke
Make it clang, clang like a real live
Make it based god I never thanked you before
My main bitch, ski mask on
Shaking all that ass bitch I’m fin to go broke
Twerk it for the based god, bitch now you know

[Hook]
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that

Left hand on your leg, this is cool
Right hand on your leg, hey lady sip on something
Now arch your back, forgive me, forgive me
Now like that, I’ma fuck the bitch
I got a lot of bitches
Where the girls, way more girls
Based god got the swag
I put the bitches in my rarri, man I’ma tell you who got the swag
Still…still fuck bitches, I got a problem, bitch got a problem
Everybody know about batman and robin
Still blow purp, fuck what you heard
Every bitch shake your ass, right to the beat
I got bitches, they ask who I am
My name is lil be, …the bitches
The basegod is coming to your system, oh my god

[Hook]
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that
Twerk it like that, twerk it like that, twerk it like that.

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Lil B - Can’t Fuck My Bitch Lyrics and Video

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'Can’t Fuck My Bitch' Lyrics - Lil B
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[Intro]
You know motherfuckers said I have bitch troubles
NO, what the fuck?!
Ima tell you about the pink flame though
You know some people said I have a theory,
A theory of bitches
You know my bitches said?
Lil B… You're great
Somebody told me about the bitches
Somebody told me about the Basedgod!
Fuck it!

[Verse 1]
I get the pussy x 4

I get the bitches x 4

You can't fuck my bitch
No way, no man
56 bitches Ima tell you who the fucking man
It gets very tedious
My main bitch is greedy
She wants to fuck me,
Bitch you can't handle me
Bitches think I'm Basedgod fucking bitches naked
Bitches call me CISCO
Ima ugh like Rick Ross
I fucked her in her border
Bitches in the charger
Ima eat the bitch ass like it's no fucking tomorrow
Ain't shit to talk about
Slangin' with the bitches out
Bro brought the sixes out
I'm feelin' like it's Mardi Gras
And I'm about to change shit
See me in that new shit
Fuckin with that old bitch
Bring a burner out I'm staying close to the stove
I move so smart niggas mad that I'm slow

I'm gonna quit when I never been a snitch
I'm on the high horse even my shadow exists
Bitches suck dick when I stack more chips
I ain't no faggot

I want the bitch ass
OK Basedgod you curse too much
I was in Paris but naked with my bitches
I was in Russia
I was straight hittin'
Too many bitches I might have a concussion
Suckers get mad
They swagged up
Niggas hate homies,
I don't give a motherfuck
Basedgod bitch!

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Lil B - Texas Thug Lyrics and Video

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I swag,
Just Lil B blaze got bitch
pink flame hoe,
Shout up to mothaf*ckers

My bitch s*ck dick so I never kiss her
call me mister base god, bitch I ain’t that nigga
out in my desktop, talking next to
shaking ass like a mothaf*cking knock hell
bitch look like she offer magazine,
bitch I don’t know what I’m talking about I’m bout green,
eyes pull up, on the mothaf*cking scene,
I’m still smoking weed, I’ still servign green,
came on the block and they know about me,
call me Mr. Man with the many pour teens,
active load and it’s never me,
call me a bitch ’cause it’s money on me,
I really got the man I’m a new school gangsta,
old as niggas that they game player,
when I turn forty I’m just still get ..
when I turn sixty I’ma pull around twenty,
1A7, my swag is murder, you know about base God,
guess I heard of, I’ma show you boys about the glock in the burner
I’ma show the girls that Lil B ..
Stop it, okay?
I’m a myth, I’m a copy.. with the blaze, on their wips
and I might here to seitch
you felt the shouts to LA what it is?
Hey, Kay, we know what it is?
Uh, I’ma tell niggas like this,
shouts out to Texas nigga, okay I’m thuggin’ in Texas

I’m a Texas thug, Lil B base god

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Lil B - Up To Bat Lyrics and Video

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Ok baby, hello, hoe guess who’s back
Ook who’s back bitch, and I’m bout
I’m bout it, ok
I wanna tell you I’m bout that
I’m bout that life, big fun
Wo bitch, look, it’s the based god

I’ma keep it real, I love a hoe
As far as money goes, I’m on the road
Only go to the gold, cast the cast elbows
45 and drough, yeah I got 9 lives, like the cat
Sit back in the act, gotta reflect
Cue game, in charge of steps
Walk the steps off bitch respect
Damn, gorgeous, 1,2, I’m surprised
Never seen a way, down the god
You feel me? Used to ride banks now I love em
Cashing I might fuck em
Spend the money bitch, to the last bracket
Only live once and I’m feeling like fuck it
2 for 1, key 5 and I’m in pain for 1
Game got curbes, it’s over son
The builders far down I stay in town
Keep up man, I stay in bounce
Never been a sucker
Ask god, I really love you
When I didn’t have a car was outside
Now I’m inside when I go back outside
What I do, I’m a gangster, you feel me
And fuck the strangers, but I love em
You feel me, hell I’m back, bitch I’m back

I can’t believe you won’t receive
If you have the will to believe
Fuck beef, you gotta watch the fiends
As far as money goes, it’s green
Lady silver, got gold in the back of the pillar
Tell me I’m not working, met one cute stressin
Baby wanna push dope, santa push dope
Got 5 reindeers and they all hoes
You feel me? Nobody take control, I’m the coldest in the game
Niggas gotta wake up, stay jose alone
Niggas be lying, they all as clowns
Hit em with the glock, niggas pussies
People talk a little shit, but they don’t push me
Twist going glock 9, what’s up buzz lightyear
Stayin strapped up with the 9 yeah
I’m at the top, fuck all them bags
Microwave everything, you feel me?
Got a driver in maze, nigga never clean
You feel me? As far as everything
Man I be going mary jane, man
You feel me, and they know about me
The game phase stay on suckers, get left
With a motherfucking dug out
I tell you bitches bout mine, I want it back.

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Lil B - My Ex Bitch Lyrics and Video

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I’ma tell you bout the lick that I just can’t dream
I got a will down bitch I ain’t gotta trip
I said dream, what you need,
bitch I need a new car, bitch I need a new life
for west side thuggin’ I’m not greedy
the fears on my ass but they won’t see me,
never, got the line to the rule pills
gonan ride but bang so I can’t feel,
my bitch said, if I’m dead,
she gonna ride in the streets off with your hand
I ain’t no pussy never been no p*ssy
squeem ass p**sy, don’t wanna push you
watch out then, see you next summer
keep the dope right int he hundred
I’ma keep it real with my next bitch
real talk, I have to dump my ex bitch
Lil B, Pink Flame mixtape.
Pink Flame you know
we just keepin the gun all day,
we seat back, you know
Pink Flame mixtape boy we’re rollin up every day
we’re just keeping that shit so real,
you know sliding through the west, sliding through the east
north south worldwide, you know tot he whole world other side
put your hands up west side,
Pink Flame up

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Lil B - People Over Money Lyrics and Video

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I don’t see nothing on
When you hit that white bag
I don’t see nothing on
When you hit that white bag
I don’t see nothing on.
When you smoke that dope bag, yeah
when you hit that white bag

Now bitch you can hear the dope, playin’ with the long scope
better not test the bag, I want all of that
keep zippin’ up the lock, serving shit, up the block,
ain’t nothing wrong with smoking up when you fill the cup,
taking in front of me, I was selling to win the cup,
he wanna get and rock, told em get kick rocks,
came at with the pop, same bed, jaze cop,
right on the ceil, like the colour of a Maybach
I got a little accent, holding rocks in the matrix,
44 send anybody dough like it’s magic,
isn’t bad white, all across the a list,
I smoke what I sell, I got a special packet
drug dealer try to sell me a dirty packets,
block line hit em up, and dirty plastic,
I’m a play the whole way, do you feel me?
smokin zips all day, you feel me?
and how did it go, hit em with the scope
stuff em in the trunk the same place and put the dope
4-4 run like the summer on the boat,
never trust the person, I keep snowing dope, Lil B

I don’t see nothing on
When you hit that white bag
I don’t see nothing on
When you hit that white bag
I don’t see nothing on.

You keep stealing my shit, I thought you wouldn’t do that
you in my house, and you already knew that
you took dope bout the fridge and see you stealing my clothes
your even stole all the courts from the down phones,
you at the free market, right in the market,
you a skame artist, drugs make you a target,
now you a target, who see int he fore list,
you hit on the drugs that you sellin
hurting every round around you that you cherish
money made you sower, the fame made you jealous
better step back
keep this real man, the brown back, bitch you got you twerking
never seen a nigga out here giggin,
kid licks, he never sleep in,
bad drugs you passed every weekend,
that’s why you dare sleepin
Lil B
you feel me?
keep it real
I’ma keep it 100
niggas know I’m not perfect I try to hell
the game over all it means hell hell
and they know I’m not perfect,
I’ma keep it 100, I’m twerking
just don’t snip that dough bag and don’t sell drugs man
do you feel me?
killin’ the community man
I’ma keep it 100
sometimes they know all about the money man,
I don’t put money over everything with me
I can’t say that
I can’t say that man I pout people, I put life before that
..is people over money
..people over money
I don’t need that fake shit,
people over money
People over money

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Lil B - Never Going Back Lyrics and Video

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I’ma say for this pink flame
You know I’m keepin this shit got it for real
I’m keepin this shit straight from the line
I ain’t lying about shit you feel me, yes, yeah
You know I love the hood for life
Man you know I’m thugging for life
Man real niggas fucking with me
You already know what it is man
Shit outspoken man, real niggas come through
They salute, you feel me, it’s your boy lil b, yeah

I’ma keep it real, I’m spitting straight facts
I really love the hood, but I’m never coming back
I’ma keep it real, I’m spitting straight facts
I really love the hood, but I’m never coming back

Niggas real fly, used to be a catterpillar
Till he turned cat pillar, close the casket quicker
He was holding on the mac, niggas holding gaps
With you, tryina get cash quicker than like the last nigga
Got you killed like the last nigga
Dumped the last for sure, only crack air
I ain’t that many niggas, what it do my brother
You know I’m fuckin with you
But I gotta get my shit together
Niggas see me in the screen
But don’t see me in life
Had to fuck upon keys, I had to buy us some life
When niggas see me on the block, I post up with ice
So a nigga just tryina keep his fucking lights
Real talk, low key, take advice,
So the game straight niggas like a python
Lil kid died, for keepin on his shoes
Sellin bad deals, I’m fuckin overdue
This lil b, feel me
This from the heart man, you feel me?
It’s all for my real niggas
This from the heart man, fuck with me

I’ma keep it real, I’m spitting straight facts
I really love the hood, but I’m never coming back

Dudes sake, now it’s over dude
Whole hood got drugs like hoe food
I’ve been dealing with life like most dudes
Circling in to the patterns of the court room
Gotta open up my guest room
Gotta open up my eyes just to get room
Niggas don’t understand, they just let loose
Gotta think about the whole game, they building it bad
One come out, the next one in
It’s a cycle you can’t stop, you just got to live
The ones that don’t understand, I just pray for them
Sometimes I feel like the game wasn’t made for them
The hood might have judged, I ain’t hatin on em
Niggas left me on the hood and rollerskated on me
Niggas mad when I take a vacation homie
Please don’t be mad when I say shit brain homie
It’s lil boss, I don’t give a fuck, you feel me
I’m never going back
You know the hood marry me, you feel me
That’s why niggas lookin at me crazy
I really love the hood, I’m spittin straight facts
Feel me, but I’m never coming back
Lost too many of them
I lost too many in numbers, I think I had enough.

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Lil B - Takeover Lyrics and Video

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I’ma show you wayne gretski
Hunned grand show so you never disrespect me
A nigga fuck around I’ma show you who the bitch be
Bitch I’m based god I don’t need you to accept me
You’re not from the streets bitch I saw you even check me
Then I came back, then them niggas started to respect me
I’m a young cool bitch and them suckers really
I’m really bout that life, in a fucking oakland…
Fuck that, they can’t fuck with me
Product of the block, I was raised down on 6th street
Hater ass niggas hate on me but they love me
I don’t give a fuck, I’m thugged out, bitches keep playing
You feel me?
I’m the based god, last time I heard
I was the man around that fucking god
I don’t give a fuck, I still got the world
Fucking with the mac, I’ma take you to that world
Pink flame mixtape, I don’t know if the world ready
It’s time to take over the world.

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