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the purge - vl deck lyrics

[intro]
man f-ck them n-gg-s mane (shawty fresh what it do n-gg-)
my lane created (know i do this sh-t)
i don’t give a f-ck bout nothing
[?]

[verse 1: vl deck & young thug]
call up a [?] and they come with a [?]
full of them tings, got me scratchin’ and sh-t
way i perform, need my trophy, i’m lit (where my trophy?)
kod friday, we throwed up a brick (i swear)
we got the racks and keep up what we spent (i can’t)
checking for [?], i’m havin’ these hits (havin’ hits)
walk in the club and i pipe up that b-tch (pipe, pipe)
stand on the table on section 8 sh-t
implants, no dentures
i’ll make a def n-gg- listen
rip benajmin franklin
had to tuck in the chain, it was danglin’
rip troupe, i was never a saint
that my b-tch and bout her i’ma bang
i had built up this b-tch from the ground
i had turned into [?] then i claimed it, yeah

[chorus: vl deck]
ain’t nothing like the come up
gotta stay down till you come up (till you come up)
i’m feeding my hunger (hunger n-gg-)
down now, i’m upper (aye)

[verse 2: young thug & vl deck]
i had just poured up some drank
and i mixed it with percocets and a addy
money calling on my phone
3 or 4 o’clock in the morning she gon’ answer
i got my chain out a safe deposit, it was cold as a attic, woo
i was just drinkin’ on [?], ooh
new whip cost a [?] ([?])
pretty b-tch, she a stallion (stallion)
new b-tch, italian (italian)
i’m the king of the palace (palace, this my sh-t n-gg-!)
i’m [?] (i’m [?] b-tch)
big racks, i’m fashion (let’s go)
big sticks for the crashin’ (brrr)
hustle gang with a p-ssion (p-ssion)
quarter brick for a backend (backend)
rap game i’m attacking (raaa)
are we boastin’? yeah i’m flashin’ (i’m piped up, let’s get it n-gg-)

[chorus: vl deck]
ain’t nothing like the come up
gotta stay down till you come up (till you come up)
i’m feeding my hunger (hunger n-gg-)
down now, i’m upper (hey)

[verse 3: young thug & vl deck]
k!ll a crocodile, put it on a purse like a leopard, ooh
white cup, peanut b-tter seats like a sandwich, yeah
take the beef, turn the sh-t to pieces like manwich, yeah
i was born for this sh-t, n-gg-
[?], and where you from? hittin’ licks, n-gg-
yeah, i was on [?] hundred crips, n-gg-
yeah, i can make ’em punch you in your lips (p-ssy -ss n-gg-)
yeah, i can make ’em punch you in your lips (p-ssy -ss n-gg-)
put on a feature, i don’t f-ck with your clique
i’m in the air like a c-ckpit (c-ckpit)
i make a movie like netflix (netflix)
i got them [?], that gas sh-t (gas)
you gon’ get stepped on, next of your kin (you get it?)
i ain’t selfish, both of y’all can share this mac-10 (brrrr)
artillery, i tote, shoot through bricks (boom-boom-boom-boom)
chanel, gucci, [?]
i don’t own too many kicks (i ain’t got too many kicks)
my skinnies cost a rack but my [?] still sit (hahaha)
i put that 30 down, lately slidin’ with the stick
let’s go
i had just poured up some drank
and i mixed it with percocets and a addy
money calling on my phone
3 or 4 o’clock in the morning she gon’ answer
i got my chain out a safe deposit, it was cold as a attic, woo
i was just drinkin’ on [?], ooh
200 for her last sh-ts
send out of town for a -ss lift
you behind like a [?]
70 bags in the mattress
h-llcat with the real end
[?], these goat skin
got a rollie, need a patek
10k for my bracelet
y’all [?] like the patriots
codeine sippin’ but i waste it
watching my wave, now they sea sick
i am the best like a draft pick
i’m on they -ss like pants, sh-t

[outro: young thug]
[?] what up?
yeah!

- vl deck lyrics

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