| Welcome to the purple world, it go down
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| Candy coated streets of crime, we grind
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| S Coup with the ceiling recline, we shine
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| Represent it till the end of time, cause it’s mine
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| I’ma represent it I’ma make these boys know
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| I’ma hold it down for my dirty third coast, like a soldier at his post
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| I’ma stay up on my note, get four
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| Lock load and blast with my back against the ropes, I’ma
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| Come out swanging, doing my thang and
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| Grab the microphone and I’m a leave that hoe flaming
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| Boys looking strange and they girls stare too
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| Cause we hop out the roof, talking about what it do
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| On the late night, when the stars shine bright
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| Reck cruising through the purple world pearl flipping white
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| Smoking on some flight, some dime piece hype
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| About to head to the club spend some some money on the pipe
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| X got me heasy, still looking pretty
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| Put fasacci shades on when that bitch hit me
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| Loving is out of mind we shine and grind
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| Show you hospitality or put one up in your spine
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| Welcome to the purple world big cars, indo and cigars |
| And a lot of dime piece hoes down to do menagaes
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| Spit a rally dodging the streets slowed up
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| Home former suit of the drugs struggle and poured up
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| Throwed it downtown it go down after rehab
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| Trying to be sober in the purple world nigga you about to relapse
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| Damn them players and pass drugs out the room and
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| Come down slow, with a trunk full of boom
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| In my room all I see, is pimping pens and hens
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| And chickens and pigeons and all they five feathered friends
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| In a benz, S Coupe with my ceiling recline
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| About to swoop through the breads with my head feeling fine
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| With a young fresh dime sitting on my elbow
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| Tippie toe, real slow and let my t.v. |
| screens glow
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| Fo sho, Tyte Eyez is still all about his cheesy
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| Representing the purple world boys and girls please believe me
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| I’m still a Barre Baby, still a Barre Baby
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| Hitting the boulevard top down that’s Mercedes
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| Real on me, looking mighty throwed
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| High to Southside rocking rocking my earlobe
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| Feeling good, as you see me no more cup sipping
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| Sipping straight to the head, I smoke on the candy and dipping |
| I’m feeling mighty good, I’m crawling down slow
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| On tippity toe, Mo-Yo blazing a four
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| Uh, ain’t got no braids, I keeps the bald fade
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| From the cradle to the grave, haters got to behave
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| Learn by me, M-O-E from the one that street code to the game
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| I’ma maintain, I’ma let my nuts hang
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| I ain’t scared to sip more than you, I ain’t scared to roll candy blue
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| I smoke dip, you never see me naked
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| Unless I’m in the bed, Big Moe I wreck it than check it |