Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Purple Leaves , by - Chester Watson. Song from the album Past Cloaks, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 20.01.2016
Record label: Pow
Song language: English
Purple Leaves |
| Mom’s pissed as she said she’s sick of me piffin' |
| She said whoever sold it to me must’ve been slippin' |
| So I told her that’s the way they make a living |
| Mellowing them out and medicating the children |
| Don’t knock it 'til you try it |
| Can’t puff it 'til you buy it, though |
| So I guess that’s just how they got me to write a fly with dro |
| I got zoot and now I’m sailing in the highest boat |
| Bowl full of green stuff |
| Looking like an Irish grove (swerve) |
| Or an Irish clove slashing where the violets drove |
| Drinking like a pirate so we crashing cause the pilot’s throwed |
| (?) Sipping 4 Loko |
| Niggas paper thin, most thinking they hella coarse though |
| No pretty boy flows but still get more hoes |
| Smoking on that loud so you can hear the torso |
| Mom’s scared I’ll get caught and sent to court though |
| And end up where the crackheads shriek |
| And squeal for more dope |
| «It's not the squid, Twist.» |
| Fuck 'em on the welcome mat |
| Dipping out until senior year and then it’s like «Welcome back» |
| To the place where people seldom acting they self |
| Please get out my face, she in lace |
| Plus we grow weed in outer space uh |
| With a space whip stray chicks stay whipped |
| Masturbate slave tip |
| Flip tres and skate with no pavement |
| No flattop, no skate tricks |
| Stay linked up like Clifford and Satan |
| Homo-sapiens got nothing to say |
| Although the wave cray raping 'em |
| Flavor crossing seas radio frequencies |
| See sequence these ladies |
| And they always getting mad |
| 'Cause we treat they knees shady |
| Novia, niggas flirting, choke 'em out |
| Sipping syrup inside of my room and all my clothes are out |
| 500 miles away the distance could be closer |
| If it wasn’t one before, we’re riding a roller coaster, now |
| I’m drinking Juicy Juice |
| Blowing out that fruity fruit |
| Different color hairs, bud looking like a rubix cube |
| When duty calls, usually duty’s loose |
| Hollerin' at your girl then she holler back «hooty hoot» |
| Nu Age be the rudest group, circle small loopy loop |
| Hyper lisp misser like when hoochies hoo |
| Goofy goo boogers her coochie coo |
| Sugar so sweet |
| Plus I wifed her so you know I’m getting sugar for free |
| Picked up in a Nissan, unzipped the weed |
| She didn’t need to ask because I know that |
| She could hit with ease |
| And even though she whip it, she be gentle with the trees |
| Like that’s just what it be’s, like beez in the trap |
| Got a skeeze in that head-lock she’s gonna snap |
| But she’s looking pretty fly so she’s receiving a dap |
| She make it clap like |
| Clap left, clap right |
| One clap like clap lights |
| The vision with purple leaves in the wrap, son |
| Nu Age, Kush Cartel, 18… yeah |