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purg3 - lul timm lyrics

[intro: lul timm]
uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
uh huh, uh huh, it’s timmy!

[chorus 1: lul timm]
it’s a purge party n*gga
put on yo ski and grab the k
we the ones that have the motion
we the ones that’s movin’ weight
any opp found out of bounds
man you know he gettin’ baked
late in the night in the city clutchin’
if he play, take off his face
only f*ckin’ with the fam
cause the other sh*t be fake
i went broke then sh*t got ugly
now i got sh*t up in the safe
then i got back to the hood
makin’ sure that everybody straight
i make sure everybody eat
i put the food up on thеy plate

[verse 1: lul timm]
i was fresh up out the county
n*gga i madе 200k
all i did was show love
these n*ggas mad at what i made
get on that type type of timin’
opp be sweeter den some cake
when we applying the pressure n*gga
it’s all gas like f*ck the brakes
[verse 2: olg 8iggs]
it’s all gas like f*ck the brakes
i’m purgin’ bad for goodness sakes
locked wit’ 3’s from state to state
i was locked on 2*3 fightin’ the state
ate that time that sh*t was cake
smokin’ on who? you must be laced
got hit wit’ tha (pfff)
and now he face
hit with tha (pfff)
and now he take
play hit my line on scheduled time
i swear to god i won’t be late
pull out the za and look in my eyes
i swear to god yo life be ?
be with takers n*gga
? my n*ggas ?
free my 3 man ? really stood ?
walk down with that ?
yeah, for real
these n*ggas be cap
?
?
i don’t really rap
i ran the field
where n*ggas get tapped for real
?
?
that n*gga got clapped for real
a n*gga got clapped for real
ay, lil t, ay pass that ski
? free lil ? man
? these n*ggas ain’t g
these n*gga p*ssy
you n*ggas ain’t p
b*tch i’m the biggest
these n*ggas ain’t me
n*gga ?
b*tch ima slide till the tank on e
[chorus 2: lil timm]
it’s a purge party n*gga
put on yo ski and grab the k
we the ones that have the motion
we the ones that’s movin’ weight
any opp found out of bounds
man you know he gettin’ baked
late in the night in the city clutchin’
if he play, take off his face
only f*ckin’ with the fam
cause the other sh*t be fake
i went broke then sh*t got ugly
now i got sh*t up in the safe
then i got back to the hood
makin’ sure that everybody straight
i make sure everybody eat
i put the food up on they plate, n*gga

- lul timm lyrics

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