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Purple Pills Video (MV)




Performed By: Manny P
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Manuel Perez




Manny P - Purple Pills Lyrics




Knock on the door and the devil will answer
Illuminati I need my advances
I see that you niggas was more like the scandalous
Poppin' yo shit and get lit for the cameras
I ate the suffer and cleaned up my plate
Mama had duffels from back in the day
I don't got a pJ
But I know the DJ
And that nigga serve crack right off of the stage
I move like a nigga got money
Uh Bubba Ray you Spike Dudley
Bitch
I told my brothers I'm back with a vengeance
And I ain't gone do all this dollar for penny
Don't send me
I wash all you bitches away with the Remy
Curse all you leaches
Don't try to come near me
Covered by saints
In the gutter I'm filthy
I ain't a killa but nigga don't push me
Thumb in her ass while I'm eating her pussy
Rubber band popped and you niggas was looking
I'm in the Rango
You don't wanna Tango
You rubbing your nasal
I sell you the Cookie
I remember back when gave it to god
Lately these day I just leave it alone
Pack up the tools and then sound the alarm
Tell em we on some shit

I take a couple uppers
I down a couple downers
But nothing compares to these blue and yellow purple pills
I've been to mushroom mountain
Once or twice
But who's counting
But nothing compares to these blue and yellow purple pills

You trippin you thinking the pack intercepted
Boy I ain't Newman
I'm young and the restless
You tangle yo necklace
The shit like depression
The pain and the pressure
Angle perspective
The aim and the exit
You banging your chest In
I ain't no money came along
With affection
Money get long and you f*cking on the dresser
Who? what? why? where?
I don't know the questions
I don't
Trippin on the vibes
I can't be alone
I remember nights
I ain't have me a home
And the f*cking IGs didn't leave me alone
I was 2 quarters to short for the phone
Nigga at 11 had to pack me chrome
I remember at 11 when you front me the zone
Back then I ain't get it but it served me the most
Cause you don't know the highs till you f*cked on the low

And then someone told me the sky was the limit
The shit made a difference
Jordan and Pippen
The way the we winning
Yeah You only remember so they can relive it
My god I'm a narcissist
Self centered when I just gotta be
Life feeling like a monopoly
Really this shit a comradery and it's robbery
Stick up

Stick up
Stick up

Better put a stick up
Better put a stick up

Stick up

Stick up
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English

Knock on the door and the devil will answer
Illuminati I need my advances
I see that you niggas was more like the scandalous
Poppin' yo shit and get lit for the cameras
I ate the suffer and cleaned up my plate
Mama had duffels from back in the day
I don't got a pJ
But I know the DJ
And that nigga serve crack right off of the stage
I move like a nigga got money
Uh Bubba Ray you Spike Dudley
Bitch
I told my brothers I'm back with a vengeance
And I ain't gone do all this dollar for penny
Don't send me
I wash all you bitches away with the Remy
Curse all you leaches
Don't try to come near me
Covered by saints
In the gutter I'm filthy
I ain't a killa but nigga don't push me
Thumb in her ass while I'm eating her pussy
Rubber band popped and you niggas was looking
I'm in the Rango
You don't wanna Tango
You rubbing your nasal
I sell you the Cookie
I remember back when gave it to god
Lately these day I just leave it alone
Pack up the tools and then sound the alarm
Tell em we on some shit

I take a couple uppers
I down a couple downers
But nothing compares to these blue and yellow purple pills
I've been to mushroom mountain
Once or twice
But who's counting
But nothing compares to these blue and yellow purple pills

You trippin you thinking the pack intercepted
Boy I ain't Newman
I'm young and the restless
You tangle yo necklace
The shit like depression
The pain and the pressure
Angle perspective
The aim and the exit
You banging your chest In
I ain't no money came along
With affection
Money get long and you f*cking on the dresser
Who? what? why? where?
I don't know the questions
I don't
Trippin on the vibes
I can't be alone
I remember nights
I ain't have me a home
And the f*cking IGs didn't leave me alone
I was 2 quarters to short for the phone
Nigga at 11 had to pack me chrome
I remember at 11 when you front me the zone
Back then I ain't get it but it served me the most
Cause you don't know the highs till you f*cked on the low

And then someone told me the sky was the limit
The shit made a difference
Jordan and Pippen
The way the we winning
Yeah You only remember so they can relive it
My god I'm a narcissist
Self centered when I just gotta be
Life feeling like a monopoly
Really this shit a comradery and it's robbery
Stick up

Stick up
Stick up

Better put a stick up
Better put a stick up

Stick up

Stick up
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Writer: Manuel Perez
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