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reese loc - the purge/purge lyrics

[intro: reese loc]
(medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7am)
don’t run, don’t run
(when the purge concludes, blessed be our new founding fathers and america, a nation reborn, may god be with you all)
don’t run, don’t die
(d*mn lennie)
(chee on the beat)

[chorus: reese loc]
up first, no mask
bad b*tch let me hit from the bacc
i*i*i’m with a makk, tryna fl!ck onna makk
like wait, how many n*ggas got tapped? (rellyyyy)
rah and brazy, them n*ggas is vics, and relly
that n*gga should’ve been spliffed
like wait, why they keep sucking my d*ck?
like wait, why they keep sucking my d*ck?

[verse 1: reese loc]
i could admit, i was lacking
roles reversed, word to bro, would’ve clapped him
wе bend the 2, evеry trip it get tragic (matt savvvv)
matt sav dead, he got left in the past tense
g*pop dead, he got poked
crush dead, he the float
frankie dead cuz he spun with no pole (kalvinnnn)
i be bugging, i get in that mode
i be bugging, i geek off the bean
i know a opp, that she jacking the team and i’m smoking her deads
(word to bro)
jayrip, nazzy, filled up with led, and i said what i said
i heard they mad that i’m smoking his left, all them n*ggas is shot
i catch a makk onna shh, he gon *
i catch a makk onna street, he gon die
[bridge: reese loc]
i’m off the 30, i’m bussing (bussin)
we spin, adrenaline rushing (grrah grrah) (rushin)
don’t care, he my cousin
word to my deads, i’m not going for nothing (don’t run don’t run)
we on the mitch, and we looking for za
smoking charlie, got sent to the sky (what)
n*ggas diss in they music, then die (n*ggas diss in they *)
n*ggas diss in they music, then die (ahhhhh)

[verse 2: yft sensei]
thank for the l, {?} swear they been taking
dread head, oh they thought i was jamaican
s*stuck in the trap, why they spending they savings?
if*if they run, these bullets gon chase em
i*i*i’m tryna put a sweeper, inna dust pan (like what)
i’m on bad time, tryna dust em (grrrr)
talking on dot, they coming repercussion (glah glah)
on that block with my glock, they ain’t going for nothing (ahhhhh)

[verse 3: sugarhill tj]
off a 10, lets go spin onna opps (ahh ahh)
try to push up on me, and get flocked (baow baow)
me and reese, tryna hang out the back seat
feild day, he gon think its a track meet (ahhhh)
with my 40, know i’m getting crafty
opp thot in the spot, it get nasty
like, how many times we gon spin thru they * (like how many times we gon spin thru these n*ggas)
like, how many times we gon bend thru they *
i’m like f*ck it, it’s a lot of new n*ggas (gangsta)
i bet i still up it in public (ahhh), no discussion
he was talking on bro, so now we gon feed em a dozen (everything for notti)
and i’m onnat, they had to tell me stop
i forgot that i rap, can’t stay on the block (word to my dead)
jay6ix on my hip, like a key with a lock
lil opp thot, gave me the drop
ayo sensei, go bend, can’t get em, we getting his friends
pop a 10, and we do it again
and i can’t see the hand, cartier be the len
[chorus: reese loc]
up first, no mask
bad b*tch let me hit from the bacc
i*i*i’m with a makk, tryna fl!ck onna makk
like wait, how many n*ggas got tapped? (rellyyyy)
rah and brazy, them n*ggas is vics, and relly
that n*gga should’ve been spliffed
like wait, why they keep sucking my d*ck?
like wait, why they keep sucking my d*ck?

[outro: reese loc]
up first, no mask
bad b*tch let me hit from the bacc
i*i*i’m with a makk, tryna fl!ck onna makk
like wait, how many n*ggas got tapped? (rellyyyy)
rah and brazy, them n*ggas is vics, and relly
that n*gga should’ve been spliffed
like wait, why they keep sucking my d*ck?
like wait, why they keep sucking my d*ck?
i could admit, i was lacking
roles reversed, word to bro, would’ve clapped him
we bend the 2, every trip it get tragic (matt savvvv)
matt sav dead, he got left in the *

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