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letra de pound of purrp - corey patrick

[intro]
a pound of purple in my starter jacket
a dutchie half-smoked underneath, the fitted cap to match it
i duck for cover, ain’t no lighter, i’m a have to match it
my eyes roll back soon as i light it but that’s automatic
i seent ’em smell, dirty faces give me satisfaction
i’m on alert ’cause i’m aware they wanna catch me lacking
looking over my shoulder became a force of habit
pull up like ups at your door with that f-cking package

[verse 1]
samson with the weed, everybody want a piece
can i get a little bit of the green? carry strains that don’t carry any seeds
make you sleep on the couch or even let your hair down like a weave
i’m a lion amongst a bunch of lost sheep, with no bo peep
new sh-t sounding like the old me, tell ’em go peep
shawty say she love the way i flow my sh-t so deep
shawty said she love the way i stroke, i get so deep
told her throw it back like a n-gga in the nosebleeds
make like your 80, give me all the mouth and no t–th
need her fix of d-ck, hit her with it ’til she od
let’s make a baby, dress it in designer clothing
the p-ssy soaking, man i swear to god the p-ssy soaking
she begging so i had to bust it open, now i swear to god that p-ssy broken
still smoking, even though my eyes are almost closing
this sh-t for the team, and i ain’t sorry you was dosing
questions posing, skimming over, looked up right in time to get hit with the bulldozer
only thing i ever tried to be, that’s not me, honestly that’s sober
holler, she come over, f-ck if i don’t know her
b-tch i’m feeling lucky like an eight leaf clover
heard you wanted perfect and there ain’t no closer
i can give it to you, i can’t give you closure
now she tryna stick because the d-ck game doper
girl i rock the boat until the ship turn over
now she mad ’cause a n-gga ignore her
showed her a good time, why she acting like i owe her
these n-ggas don’t get it, this gucci, margiela
this cheddar i get ’cause i use my brain better
you doing it well but i’m doing it better
when i hit the club, b-tches get they umbrella
can’t stop the grind, yea they tried, it ain’t work
jamaican boy, i got that sauce, it ain’t jerk
settled discrepancies then got to work
i was high off a bean, he was high off a perc’
light up that ganja, put great minds to work
you turn rocks into rubies, make diamonds from dirt
wanted this so bad back then it still hurts
sometimes wonder why i’m still on this earth
can’t get no sleep ’cause the demons, they flirt
but i can’t sell my soul ’cause i know what it’s worth
wanted this so bad back then it still hurt
but i can’t sell my soul ’cause i know what it’s worth

- corey patrick

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