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letra de purge - chris bo

[intro]
we support the purge
as we do every year
ready to violate annihilate and cleanse our soul
so we may purge as we please

[intro: fat trel]
gang, meek, you up?
southside sh0r-

[verse 1: fat trel]
try me i’m comin’ though shootin’ sh-t me and my young n-gga ludacris
.30 a .50 a 100 clip none of my n-ggas is new to this
i was just dreamin’ of getting it then i woke up and i’m livin’ it
countin’ on spending this money you idiot it make no difference
i just say f-ck all the beefin’ and go and get right at the dealership
all of these pictures we takin’ i’m thinkin’ the police is intrested
i go fly away to a much better day but my b-tch say don’t mention it
whats up with that p-ssy i’m f-ckin’ that p-ssy i’m suckin’ i’m pinching it
come from the city of bobby and whitney my smoke is illiterate
smokin’ the bay while i make me a play and my faces say ignorant
i should pull up on a n-gga buck-buck but these n-ggas not with the sh-t
they just be hoping for n-ggas and b-tches to say what they witnessin’
five years down i come back around and k!ll sh-t
i should research you i hope it don’t hurt you cus you not legitimate
f-ck is you talkin’ bout my young n-ggas wildin’
my gun go with every thing i don’t need no stylist

[bridge: fat trel]
purge i need a purge
purge
cleanse your soul

[hook: fat trel]
it’s 30’s on everything got work ?
and you can have all my money if you k!ll me and find it
they ask why i’m purging and preaching this violence
all i hear is shots, polices and sirens

[verse 2: chris bo]
and i’m on yo -ss boy gone cleanse yeah they owe me that
i’m tired of your tough talk you livin’ that phony act
he out and he purge too he liein’ i know he not
them ? for f-ck n-ggas i see from the zodiac
running just making it worth got a scope and i’m aiming for ligaments
we deep in the front and the back of your house now thats a predicament
my n-ggas is stupid r-t-rded yeah i know some b-tches that’s ignorant
they know what the f-ck you just started they want we to slide up and finish it
n0body can save you not even a good man
ar on the right side machete the bookbag
red dot on his forehead gone give him a good bath
all black like we ninjas ? foot clan

[bridge fat trel]
i mean this the best time of the year for me
i get to cleanse my soul and just ahh

[verse 3: chris bo]
i just pulled off in the whip with a drum in my flip i could hurt a man
with n-ggas that don’t give a sh-t
they gone give you the clips they from murder land
my b-tch she geekin’ to purge keep tellin’ me to give her a chance
four n-ggas six drums in the trap but we heavy as sh-t in the caravan
polices done blew up the spot but thats not tonight and i’m lovin’ it
i might just search for a glizzy and open this top up and
purging h-rny as f-ck i was thinking bout toppin’ in 3rd grade
only way you won’t get shot is you runnin’ and hide in a bird cage

[hook: fat trel]

[verse 4: chris bo]
figured that you ain’t bout it where yo triggas at
talkin’ like you all for it but i know you not where you at light a cigarette
i just grab me the biggest shovel i’ve been cappin way where you livin’ at
and i dug you up the biggest hole you can get in that

[outro]
we can enter any home we want
no force is to hurt you
we don’t wanna k!ll our own
please just let us purge

- chris bo

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