Louis V

Louis V - Purple Lean lyrics

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Hey ammo you are too fly

Imma ...

Giuseppe ain’t got no suit tie

Coup wonder why I flip

Setting the cops wanna get my do I??

I pulled you over right

Let me put the low

My nigger I mean really out the low

Know I’m on the roll game dance for a show

I’m the man my nigger really you ain’t know

I’m the man in my city

Started from the bottom damn I’m feeling like Drizzy

Any given day I could least blow 50

Sip crisp low might mix it with the Henney

My little side bitch by the name Kimmy

The way Louie might mix it with the Fendi

Imma ball shit might mix it with your bitchy

Know what from Leo to Neo to know what DaVinci

Don’t do, you can’t keep those

Be my cheese I mean low Doritos

Play to the death me above a black

Know I’m in the city and we still going racks

Never been a hater just state facts

Fuck your little movement all fake raps

State how you ball all day in a track

Sucker ass nigger with a whole bunch of lacks

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LV and BP we pulling up all the same

We LVs and OZs

Just a puke with a gangsta lead

LVs and double Js is what you see on knock

CBS Dos I’m not mistaken that spelled trouble

Young hustle give a fuck

Charge a game that’s off the muscle

Oceans play in my double cup

I’m in the shit you in the bubble

Niggers on that cream soda

Fat Joe lean back my fucks is on that crank rate

You act an ass don’t bring it back

Instapaint instapaint my spike go

Whatcha niggers think?

I’m all the shit and I’m with the shit

I slow nit down no cold drink

I’m turnt up you turned down

My dog’s on that 4 pitch

You bitch nigger you running like you owe me

Dough dough murder

You catch me flying solo

Watch a pitch in my big face polo

So is your ass to kick white solo

Tell you baby Prada bitch

Pour that on that purple shit

In the shit I’m in the shit

This common shit make common sense

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