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letra de purple vibes - trippie redd

[intro: trippie redd]
yeah, yeah, yeah, okay
yeah, yeah, yeah, okay

[chorus: trippie redd]
hey, i got purple gold, purple hoes
purple diamonds, are they listening?
young nigga really fucking glistening
trippie redd, check out the vision and
purple gold, purple hoes
purple diamonds, are they listening?
young nigga really fucking glistening
trippie redd, check out the vision and

[verse 1: trippie redd]
hang with k!llers, put a price on your head, yeah, leave you dead, yeah
i be shining infrared yeah, trippie redd, yeah
get the hell out my place if you ain’t got my bread, yeah
rocking this supreme, nigga nike headbands
all about my racks, they k!ll like now i’m a k!ller
who’s a k!ller gon’ k!ll, a k!ller
got twenty-four karats in my lil’ grill, lil’ nigga
got this jacket, let you know i been trill lil’ nigga
i’m a dog, you’s a puppy, lil’ poodle
eat your b-tch like a fucking toaster strudel
made me ramen noodles, hit it from the back then toodles
and all my niggas like to draw, pew, pew, pew, ain’t talkin’ doodles
nigga hey, i like to whip my wrist
whip, whip, look how i whip my wrist
yeah, b-tch, i like to whip my wrist
red car looking like fucking licorice, nigga, ooh
ayy, told me get ’em, i got ’em, i got ’em my nigga
talkin’ ’bout bands b-tch i got ’em in my lil’ pocket lil’ nigga

[chorus: ttokt]
i got purple dope, purple smoke
wear purple clothes and i’m glistening
it’s me and trippie, fuck the competition and
try to do right, but i stay sinnin’ and
bae purple dope, purple smoke
bae purple clothes and i’m glistening
it’s me and trippie, fuck the competition and
try to do right, but i stay sinnin’ and
how you gon’ run off and do me like this

[verse 2: ttokt]
i gave my heart to you
now i don’t want no parts of you
i should’ve told you ’bout yourself and i started to, oh
how you gon’ look up like you was just winnin’ but trippie ain’t do me like this
i thought it was alright ’til we was committed, so how you gon’ do me like this?
feelin’ like cube ’cause it was a good day
probably sippin’ on a sippin’, thinkin’ how to get away
white on white lsd, you got no tape
give her all the money and shawty go crazy
she in love with the life, that’s my lil’ baby, ayy
educated criminal, smoking on medicinal, yeah

- trippie redd

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