Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Purple In My Hands, artist - Kaz KyzahDate of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
Purple In My Hands |
| I got purple in my hands |
| Pocket full of grands |
| And all I wanna do is just smoke |
| Pass that rope |
| Smoke these bitches the fuck out |
| Smoke these bitches the fuck out |
| All I need in this life of sin |
| Is my turf bitch and some privilege hen |
| Motel 6 or holidae Inn |
| Send a nigga Naked flix |
| When I’m locked in the pen |
| See, She said she don’t give head much |
| But she givin me deep throat |
| To made her forehead touch |
| Handlin bundles she handlin business |
| And When I Smash she like Kaz |
| You want me to kiss you |
| Now, Turf bitch ain’t really got shit |
| No Xxo Chanel or Austress |
| Eat month specials the days she roll wit |
| When she take dicks, She ain’t wit no soft shit |
| Foods and cars, Slide it like a visa |
| Every other weekend she up at Rita |
| Ma, I don’t need ya I’m good I’m gone |
| I got a few to perform like Three in the morn' |
| Bitch |
| I got purple in my hands |
| Pocket full of grands |
| And all I wanna do is just smoke |
| Pass that rope |
| Smoke these bitches the fuck out |
| Smoke these bitches the fuck out |
| Turfed out with your Tongue Out |
| Bout to make a nigga run out |
| Licking your lips when I have my dick hung out |
| Shit thats how cum come out |
| So when it comes to Sex scenes |
| I’m jesus in he got game |
| Prince in Purple Rain, Eddie in Boomerang |
| Run the Denali hold the woodgrain |
| Neva eat it wit Vita gettin some good brain |
| Need a turf bitch, hoodrat, hoochie mama |
| She can’t count but she can Swalla |
| Fix that bitch head She’s a monsta |
| Turf ball finna turf, Team I holla |
| Reebok broads Melisa Madden Fashion |
| Three for the dubbz supporting her purple habits |
| From light smokers to attitude |
| Rest is doing their fabric |
| 7−1 Berna girls, Step or call Castress |
| I got purple in my hands |
| Pocket full of grands |
| And all I wanna do is just smoke |
| Pass that rope |
| Smoke these bitches the fuck out |
| Smoke these bitches the fuck out |
| I’m lookin for a bitch like you |
| Turfed out on the block chick like you |
| Work every quarter on the corner like you |
| Call her Brain Section A just like you |
| I wanna run through |
| Excuse Miss, Whats Your Name? |
| Where you from?, What turf you Claim? |
| My name is Maine, Your name is Eisha? |
| Whoop Fukeisha? |
| Or Laquisha |
| It really don’t matta, I’m smokin leatha |
| It’s not your my girl, your booty I’m afta |
| You have a numba? |
| So I can hit ya |
| 7−7-6 Metro Extension |
| Picture my vision, of me and you girl |
| Legs up high, Mannie now in your world |
| Bless me one time, your bliss real nice |
| Dig your whole swagger |
| Maa you doin ya job riiiiiiiiiiiiiiight |
| I got purple in my hands |
| Pocket full of grands |
| And all I wanna do is just smoke |
| Pass that rope |
| Smoke these bitches the fuck out |
| Smoke these bitches the fuck out |