(feat. Webbie)
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[Lil' Boosie talking]
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Ease your mind a little bit (ease your mind)
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Light up that blunt (light up that motherfuckin' blunt)
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Lift back that sunroof (lift back your shit nigga)
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[Lil' Boosie]
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This that shit that we ride to
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This that shit that we vibe to
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This that shit that we get high to
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That gangster music nigga
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And you can try but you ain't Lil' Boosie nigga no (no)
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Bad bitches got you feelin' great
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Looked at my CEO like CEO let's get this cake, baby
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I hit the stage and hoes go crazy, I'm player made
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All my hoes got Jordan skills, they fade away
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I hit the mall and bought (shit) throwback after throwback
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Everybody wanna take pictures they like, a¢æ©«Damn, you Mr. Kodak.a¢æ?
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Smoke comin' out my sun roof a nigga shining
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A nigga love gettin' pussy love rocking diamonds
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If you got kids in this world, nigga, handle your business
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And you don't need no nigga, be independent
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It's murder murder niggas beefin' niggas slingin' nines
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And I keep that purple purple to ease my mind
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[Chorus]
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Smokin' on purple ease my mind
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This that shit that we get high toa¢æ| yeah
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It's murder, murder, murder gotta keep you nine
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This that shit that we ride toa¢æ| yeah
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[repeat]
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[Lil' Boosie]
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I know the game I know the street
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I got the raps you got the beats
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And we're gonna lay it down real sweet
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So you all can ride, head bobbin side to side
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I don't want shit from my fans but this: feel a real nigga's vibe
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When you down and out, don't nobody trust you
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But when you got bread it seem like everybody love you
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It's still fucked up mayne in certain cases (believe this nigga, look)
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they still racist, I can see it on them bitches' faces
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that's why I'm smokin' and laughin' I got my grind on
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And they don't feel my struggle they think my mind gone
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That's why it's murder, murder kill, kill on the corner
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These little niggas got big pistols ready to put it on your
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So, when you die you might as well be high
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Is it heaven or hell or is it all a lie?
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That's why I smoke purple on Monday, purple on Tuesday
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Two glocks cocked so they don't bruise me
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Lil' Webbie]
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Smoking on that doja I done got a bag for cheap, nigga
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Eyes barely open and I'm glued to the backseat
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Boosie took another hit and then he passed it back to me
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This shit must got something in it, niggas slipped some crack with weed
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Ain't no crack up in the windows I can barely even breathe
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Got me fumblin' and trippin' almost passed the blunt to Cee
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Got it cloudy in the Bentley niggas squinting tryin' to see
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And they don't know what time it is but I know it's time to eat
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Ridin' dirty bumping, ridin' dirty know how that shit be
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One day your hear and the next day you going on repeat
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With that nine up in my reach right now dyin' ain't for me
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Mayne this pine got me sleepy but I'm too high to go to sleep
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Bust a hooty when you rollin' potent as you s'posed to be
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You be rollin' and smokin' a¢æ?em back to back consistently
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Keep movin' dutches to Phillies, garcias, and shisha sweets
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Yeah savage really don't care just put that shit in the air
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[Chorus 2x]
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Smoking On Purple
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Lil' Boosie |