Alex Wiley, Kembe X, Chance The Rapper - Mo' Purrp lyrics
[Alex Wiley, Kembe X, Chance The Rapper - Mo' Purrp lyrics]
I got ten hoes on ten hoes
Been throwed off indo
The Benzo's a fishbowl
No tints on my windows
Gettin' chose by them hoes
My sis knows from En Vogue
These blunts can't get no bigger
I'm doing hoodrat shit with my niggas x2
44's I'm tippin', big blunts I'm splittin'
These bitches be bitter, heard me spit
Now she strippin'
Cause this Village shit too hittin'
And you know we gon' grind
In your lovely crib with your lovely bitch
But, I hope you don't mind
Cause, I'm ridin' 'round with my dick out
Toyota Prius is tricked out
Yo' grandmama taking me shopping
She's buying whatever I picked out
And you know The Village gon' stick
Out like a sore thumb, bitch I'm goin' dumb
Hotboxing the whip, ain't stoppin' for shit
When you hear the fucks
Then you know what's up
You ain't down with that money team!
10 Honda Civics, parked outside
Fuck Whoopie G for 100 Gs?
Hit me up, Whoopie, i'm 'bout that life
'Bout that life
Thick than a motherfuckin' Snicker
All I wanna do every day of my
Life is hoodrat shit with my niggas
Get off, sick cough, hit licks
Don't get caught
Kidnap like Jigsaw, Big Meech, bitch
I'm Rick Ross got a odd to the liquor
Got a Swisher to the weed
That's that Save Money militia till
My niggas rest in peace
Hit that Zan, that's my dance
That's just Chance rappin' raps
In the land with the fam
And my man's super slapped
Throwing bands in the stands to my Stan's
Them my fans this for real, this for free
This for playing at the trap
Good God, them good raps
You gave up for them hoodrats
Been a Long Time, since Hey Ma'cause you
Burned down on your good shit
Like Fuck is You Tahmbout?
Trill niggas still switchin' lanes
Lil' niggas still hit them stains
Real niggas still hit them bangs
Been throwed off indo
The Benzo's a fishbowl
No tints on my windows
Gettin' chose by them hoes
My sis knows from En Vogue
These blunts can't get no bigger
I'm doing hoodrat shit with my niggas x2
44's I'm tippin', big blunts I'm splittin'
These bitches be bitter, heard me spit
Now she strippin'
Cause this Village shit too hittin'
And you know we gon' grind
In your lovely crib with your lovely bitch
But, I hope you don't mind
Cause, I'm ridin' 'round with my dick out
Toyota Prius is tricked out
Yo' grandmama taking me shopping
She's buying whatever I picked out
And you know The Village gon' stick
Out like a sore thumb, bitch I'm goin' dumb
Hotboxing the whip, ain't stoppin' for shit
When you hear the fucks
Then you know what's up
You ain't down with that money team!
10 Honda Civics, parked outside
Fuck Whoopie G for 100 Gs?
Hit me up, Whoopie, i'm 'bout that life
'Bout that life
Thick than a motherfuckin' Snicker
All I wanna do every day of my
Life is hoodrat shit with my niggas
Get off, sick cough, hit licks
Don't get caught
Kidnap like Jigsaw, Big Meech, bitch
I'm Rick Ross got a odd to the liquor
Got a Swisher to the weed
That's that Save Money militia till
My niggas rest in peace
Hit that Zan, that's my dance
That's just Chance rappin' raps
In the land with the fam
And my man's super slapped
Throwing bands in the stands to my Stan's
Them my fans this for real, this for free
This for playing at the trap
Good God, them good raps
You gave up for them hoodrats
Been a Long Time, since Hey Ma'cause you
Burned down on your good shit
Like Fuck is You Tahmbout?
Trill niggas still switchin' lanes
Lil' niggas still hit them stains
Real niggas still hit them bangs