| Tito, crack that dutch
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| Roll that purple up Niggaz slacking in their macking
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| Simpin’in their pimpin'
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| Glad I got you baby
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| You the only one I can count on man
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| You may crutch man, yo We leaves spots milt, you get your top tilt
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| Mop filled, my block leaves cops killed, duck shots still
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| You not built, you had zirconia’s, those was zirconia’s
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| I kept it spot built, I can ensemble linen
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| Grinin’on rock, silk, I’m hitting bitches like switches
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| I’m a top Wilt, that’s Chamberlain, mama became a friend
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| Said she had the lamest men, wanted to learn the game I win
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| I had to game her then, you rearrange your friends
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| Then you change that Benz, we need a Range with Rims
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| She bought a gravy Rover, it had a pastry odor
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| Yes she made the quota, cause I’m like Ray Liotta
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| Fiends in a caskets, leaning them bastards
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| But the meanest of fabrics, when I’m with Athena Onassis
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| Or Ms. Trina, the queen of the asses
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| Causes when it come to purple, I’ve seen it in masses
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| Whoo! |
| Tino, you almost finished? |
| (This ain’t purple neither Tito)
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| This blunt almost out right here (I don’t know what this is)
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| I love you man (I'm not smoking this)
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| Only thing I count on is you (Tito I want him, I don’t want him)
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| Tito just got the blunt, (Don't fuck with nothing else but you)
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| I’m reloaded now, (God damn)
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| (Tito roll me up another blunt, something ain’t right with this)
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| And I’m a naissance child, gaming her stupid now
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| Plus, I’m stupid foul, pulled a coup to trial
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| I come through Canal, and let the luger style
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| In the DA mouth shit, here’s a root canal
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| Right on center street, put 'em on front street
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| Next day the front page, who gonna front on me Girls deranked and chumped, call 'em skank and cunt
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| Take a trip with the Dip bitch, to the bank to stunt
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| Serena Williams, downtown vacant and Trump
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| Who wanna bang her rump, chump, yes I bring the pump
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| That’s why I’m kinda hyped, because my money’s good
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| Which means my mind is right, so I got time to write
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| How I grind at night, Next tab, china white
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| Army hat, army jacket, yesir my line is right
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| Diminish his army, we finished the Don P Now let’s get purple like Grimace and Barney
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| Holla
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| I gotta come in now, I don’t know what Tito’s rolling up I gotta roll it up my self (I don’t know what’s in them Dutch Masters)
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| If you don’t crush your own weed up And put it in the blunt yourself
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| Your own brother’ll hand you some dust
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| That’s what time it is
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| I gotta come in Give me two minutes y’all, I’ll be back with y’all in a minute
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| I gotta roll up |
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