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purge - lil tony official lyrics

[intro]
(roc)
(roc, roc that sh*t out, hari)

[chorus: pcf manman]
come through supercharged
know clientele work that wheel, i’m backseat clappin’
lil’ twin put belt to ass, no opp ain’t up no score, just look what happened
no, he can’t run, gon’ feel this drac’, bounce out the back, that b*tch be blastin’
opp go live and say my name, gon’ step on sh*t, them boys just sassy
huh, they ain’t steppin’ on sh*t
bump on that block, double down, two sticks
glock 21 and that b*tch got a switch
i’ma let this b*tch go if he play with this sh*t
yeah, spin down his block, left lil’ bro on the curb
them p*ssy boys got the nerve
yeah, he got caught tryna make him a lil’ play, we takin’ whatever he serve

[verse 1: pcf manman]
sundown, run down, you know my woah trippin’, all i gotta do, tell him purge (what?)
i drill when i’m sober, i catch me a k!ll, then i go and pop me a perc’ (huh)
i know i be trippin’, but i ain’t gon’ chill ’til i put lil’ bro on a shirt (what?)
i been drillin’ awhile, go put on your cleats, lil’ n*gga, let’s get on the turf

[verse 2: lil tony official]
the maybach keep get to jumpin’, i don’t know how to put the lil’ b*tch in reverse
foldable glock 23, this motherf*cker be lookin’ high as catour
spent a lot on an suv, i might flip it, i’m still tryna slap it in sport
n*gga die first day in the street, wasn’t steppin’, goofy ass should’ve stayed on the porch
huh, i’m rich, that’s why n*ggas be sayin’ we opps, that n*gga can’t show me a dub
have them young n*ggas pull up and run in your spot, k!ll you and that thing that you love
get popped, drop salt on a player, that sh*t ain’t do nan’ but k!ll off a slug, huh
this money get real, have a f*ck n*gga copy me, big boy pop out the cut
me and my n*ggas doin’ flyin’ numbers, you’ll never see a bankroll twenty or under
type of money i be playin’ with, i make a b*tch don’t eat veggies slob up a cucumber
seventy*five rounds on the drac’, this motherf*cker got a twist, b*tch long like the neck of a llama
type of n*gga get you knocked off by a ho, opp*ass n*gga better stay off tumblr
[chorus: pcf manman]
come through supercharged
know clientele work that wheel, i’m backseat clappin’
lil’ twin put belt to ass, no opp ain’t up no score, just look what happened
no, he can’t run, gon’ feel this drac’, bounce out the back, that b*tch be blastin’
opp go live and say my name, gon’ step on sh*t, them boys just sassy
huh, they ain’t steppin’ on sh*t
bump on that block, double down, two sticks
glock 21 and that b*tch got a switch
i’ma let this b*tch go if he play with this sh*t
yeah, spin down his block, left lil’ bro on the curb
them p*ssy boys got the nerve
yeah, he got caught tryna make him a lil’ play, we takin’ whatever he serve

- lil tony official lyrics

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