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letra de purple bubs - biggkutt8

[chorus]
don’t ask me ’bout my heart, b-tch, my heart ain’t got no love
pull up to the trap, we got runtz, dead n-ggas and purple bubs
biggkutt be thumbin’ through that paper, just call me paper cut
don’t ask why i came in with the glocks, the glocks came in with us
swear to god, i’m dyin’ ’bout this sh-t, n-gga, i ain’t changin’ nothin’

[verse]
broski like to get up close-range, like he can’t aim or somethin’
i be rappin’, but i still hop out the car, i ain’t gotta pay for nothin’
i’m livin’ wrong, don’t try it at home, this sh-t too dangerous
they say life a gamble, go ahead and place your bet
these n-ggas be hatin’ on my paper, i ain’t even much poppin’ yet
when i diе, bury me in givenchy and build a monument
wanna bе the gang, go catch a hat, you’ll get my sponsorship
that n-gga sh-t all on the floor, that n-gga need some milk
get up close enough for you can hug him, i don’t want no attempt
you ain’t crackin’ 4s or droppin’ lo’s, i don’t want you no where near
walk a n-gga ass down the plank, he tryna sink the ship
if you ain’t you ain’t with me, then you against me, i made that crystal clear
n-gga don’t even much need no glue, i’m stickin’ to the script
[?] straight drop, done locked the junkie lip
this b-tch bad, her ass fat and she ain’t got no hips

- biggkutt8

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