Cold purple sprite
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Full of 'lean in my cup
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Yeah - that's what's up!
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Yeah - that's what's up!
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All the haters in the hood
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Make me wanna cock and bust
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Yeah - that's what's up!
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Yeah - that's what's up!
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I done made a lot of money
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Ain't to many that I trust
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Yeah - that's what's up!
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Yeah - that's what's up!
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But i'ma keep on hustlin'
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'Til my body turn into dust
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Yeah - that's what's up!
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Yeah - that's what's up!
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I was born an raised a good old southern boy
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With money up on my mind
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Took a thought turned it into a rhyme
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And now I do this shit all the time
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Purple 'lean in my cup
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I'm throwin' a blunt of 'dro up in my mouth, and I feel pimps in forthly
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We the shit ya'll need to quit hating on the south
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Cause we just trying to make it like all the rest of them mother fuckers is
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I got talent and raw skills to pay the bills
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So i'm gonna rock the biz
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Call me what you wanna call me
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Arrogant, evilish and conceited
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I will sell CD's off in cicaly, italy, also in new zealand
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Gettin that international money
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Climbin higher up that ladder
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Grindin' daily, bitch, pay me
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I gotta' get my pockets fatter
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Memphis Tennessee is the place
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Where I got all my special training
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Physical, mental, spiritual, lyrical
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Acheived it all without complainin'
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I got a...
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Cold purple sprite
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Full of 'lean in my cup
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Yeah - that's what's up!
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Yeah - that's what's up!
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All the haters in the hood
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Make me wanna cock and bust
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Yeah - that's what's up!
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Yeah - that's what's up!
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I done made a lot of money
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Ain't to many that trust
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Yeah - that's what's up!
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Yeah - that's what's up!
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But i'ma keep on hustlin'
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'Til my body turn into dust
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Yeah - that's what's up!
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Yeah - that's what's up!
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I'm a motha' fuckin' nympho
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Rubbin' tip toes
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Sippin' line in the back of a benzo'
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Hate me last year
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Wait til this year
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You gonna have a lot more shit to be sick fo'
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Runnin' the street and not givin' a fuck
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Still makin big money and get my dick suck
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I'ma hold it down for my town
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At the same time
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Goin' to town to get some more bucks
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If you gotta problem wit that
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Bring it to the hood
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Find me on my block
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And i'll kick your ass
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Ride on the same
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Cause we done whooped plenty of motha fuckas
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Just for talking all that trash
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We don't give a shit bitch
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That's just the mentality of the dirty south
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Nobody really left the house hot
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Ready to fight
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But you better watch your mouth
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I roll with some of the rowdiest, buckest, crunkest fucka's
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In the nation
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And even if you keep me slippin' solo
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You won't bust a raisan
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Serious though
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I got dough
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You broke, and know the score
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Purple sprite and paper flow
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While you busy hatin' ho'...
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Cold purple sprite
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Full of 'lean in my cup
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Yeah - that's what's up!
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Yeah - that's what's up!
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All the haters in the hood
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Make me wanna cock and bust
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Yeah - that's what's up!
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Yeah - that's what's up!
|
I done made a lot of money
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Ain't to many that trust
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Yeah - that's what's up!
|
Yeah - that's what's up!
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But i'ma keep on hustlin'
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'Til my body turn into dust
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Yeah - that's what's up!
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Yeah - that's what's up!
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That's What's Up
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| Lil' Wyte |
