Slid in wit da blick no license, fresh spider roll Pisces
Know dat we Been in da streets like dices, Ben and jerry they sweet ice cream
Doin dis since Pharrell had ice creams
Stuffed Backwood cheech and Chong nice dreams
Berkinstock slides I rarely do nike
Wockano Burbank fried rice wit ya wifey
Hml I ain't really got time b, Marion, bmt u can find me
Chiropractor put da 9 Wer ya spin be
All black like some ghost was behind me
Stage light how my pinky ring shining
Obtained ya lil squeeze think she like me
Ain't no secrets erthing on high key
Make a sprite remix look like a hi c
Lil bro sent me some beats, told me I kno u gon eat on em
Slid in wit da berkinstock feet on em
Really Don't do no handshakes see dez rings on me
Lit da set up like it's Christmas Eve on em
She pulled out da boobies for me,
So I had to pour a Lil lean on em
Trippy sac, and a lil hiku of lean on me
Make em flip like gymnastics this beam on me
Lil saint he can't dance in this rain, frank ocean it's ready to sang
Keep throwing up sets what u bang
Spin a Ben either sunny or rain
That tuff talkin all PlayStation games
Poop bag em, well that all depends on, if u spending adequate change
I really been poppin ya dig it, got a show out in London wit 20
Roll wit bad boys I never seen diddy. I ain't carrying less than a 20
Not all of my patnas is friendly da choppa out like a umbrella on Bentley
It's full of bald heads like da mental ill Brittany
Word to Rhonda niggas really been wit it
No u cannot have a sip mind ya business
I just need u to sit and look pretty
Way she move it u think she a gypse
From her skin tone u think she Egyptian
Niggas sweet like the workin for willy
The game besersk heard man and that's word to Griffith
Pop up on ya curb like grub-hub bro where is he
Dumb wording my my word not a one can run wit me
Stupid style and I make it look Jiggy
Foreign vibe and I brung her in wit me
Japanese said Hello to her kitty
Got low blow like we sendin out disses
Hairpin triggers we tugging da whiskers
Keep your eyes on dem guys they suspicious
In da kitchen got miely On dishes
Got no license I'm slidin in wit it
The Real Purple Haze - PB$ (Purple Baby $Tunna Flow) Lyrics
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Slid in wit da blick no license, fresh spider roll Pisces
Know dat we Been in da streets like dices, Ben and jerry they sweet ice cream
Doin dis since Pharrell had ice creams
Stuffed Backwood cheech and Chong nice dreams
Berkinstock slides I rarely do nike
Wockano Burbank fried rice wit ya wifey
Hml I ain't really got time b, Marion, bmt u can find me
Chiropractor put da 9 Wer ya spin be
All black like some ghost was behind me
Stage light how my pinky ring shining
Obtained ya lil squeeze think she like me
Ain't no secrets erthing on high key
Make a sprite remix look like a hi c
Lil bro sent me some beats, told me I kno u gon eat on em
Slid in wit da berkinstock feet on em
Really Don't do no handshakes see dez rings on me
Lit da set up like it's Christmas Eve on em
She pulled out da boobies for me,
So I had to pour a Lil lean on em
Trippy sac, and a lil hiku of lean on me
Make em flip like gymnastics this beam on me
Lil saint he can't dance in this rain, frank ocean it's ready to sang
Keep throwing up sets what u bang
Spin a Ben either sunny or rain
That tuff talkin all PlayStation games
Poop bag em, well that all depends on, if u spending adequate change
I really been poppin ya dig it, got a show out in London wit 20
Roll wit bad boys I never seen diddy. I ain't carrying less than a 20
Not all of my patnas is friendly da choppa out like a umbrella on Bentley
It's full of bald heads like da mental ill Brittany
Word to Rhonda niggas really been wit it
No u cannot have a sip mind ya business
I just need u to sit and look pretty
Way she move it u think she a gypse
From her skin tone u think she Egyptian
Niggas sweet like the workin for willy
The game besersk heard man and that's word to Griffith
Pop up on ya curb like grub-hub bro where is he
Dumb wording my my word not a one can run wit me
Stupid style and I make it look Jiggy
Foreign vibe and I brung her in wit me
Japanese said Hello to her kitty
Got low blow like we sendin out disses
Hairpin triggers we tugging da whiskers
Keep your eyes on dem guys they suspicious
In da kitchen got miely On dishes
Got no license I'm slidin in wit it
Know dat we Been in da streets like dices, Ben and jerry they sweet ice cream
Doin dis since Pharrell had ice creams
Stuffed Backwood cheech and Chong nice dreams
Berkinstock slides I rarely do nike
Wockano Burbank fried rice wit ya wifey
Hml I ain't really got time b, Marion, bmt u can find me
Chiropractor put da 9 Wer ya spin be
All black like some ghost was behind me
Stage light how my pinky ring shining
Obtained ya lil squeeze think she like me
Ain't no secrets erthing on high key
Make a sprite remix look like a hi c
Lil bro sent me some beats, told me I kno u gon eat on em
Slid in wit da berkinstock feet on em
Really Don't do no handshakes see dez rings on me
Lit da set up like it's Christmas Eve on em
She pulled out da boobies for me,
So I had to pour a Lil lean on em
Trippy sac, and a lil hiku of lean on me
Make em flip like gymnastics this beam on me
Lil saint he can't dance in this rain, frank ocean it's ready to sang
Keep throwing up sets what u bang
Spin a Ben either sunny or rain
That tuff talkin all PlayStation games
Poop bag em, well that all depends on, if u spending adequate change
I really been poppin ya dig it, got a show out in London wit 20
Roll wit bad boys I never seen diddy. I ain't carrying less than a 20
Not all of my patnas is friendly da choppa out like a umbrella on Bentley
It's full of bald heads like da mental ill Brittany
Word to Rhonda niggas really been wit it
No u cannot have a sip mind ya business
I just need u to sit and look pretty
Way she move it u think she a gypse
From her skin tone u think she Egyptian
Niggas sweet like the workin for willy
The game besersk heard man and that's word to Griffith
Pop up on ya curb like grub-hub bro where is he
Dumb wording my my word not a one can run wit me
Stupid style and I make it look Jiggy
Foreign vibe and I brung her in wit me
Japanese said Hello to her kitty
Got low blow like we sendin out disses
Hairpin triggers we tugging da whiskers
Keep your eyes on dem guys they suspicious
In da kitchen got miely On dishes
Got no license I'm slidin in wit it
Writer: Xavier Goode
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