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Foxx-a-million

"Smoking on Purple"

[Intro: Lil Boosie]
Ease ya mind alittle bit (ease ya mind)
Light up that blunt (light up that motherf*ckin blunt)
Let back that sun roof (lets get it started)

[Verse 1: Lil Boosie]
This that sh*t that we ride to
This that sh*t that we vibe to
This that sh*t that we get high to
That gangsta music n*gga
And you can try but you ain't Lil' Boosie n*gga (noooo - noooo)
Bad b*tches got you feelin great
Looked at my CEO, like CEO let's get this cake
Baby I hit the stage, and hoes go crazy - I'm playa made
All my hoes got Jordan skills they fade away
I hit the mall and ball (sh*t) throwback after throwback
Everybody wanna take pictures they like damn you Mr.Kodak (call me Kodak)
Smoke comin'out my sunroof a n*gga shinin
n*gga love gettin pus*y, love rockin diamonds
If you got kids in this world n*gga handle your business
And you don't need no n*gga be independant
It's murder, murder n*ggas beefin - n*ggas slangin iron
I keep that purple purp to ease my mind tonight

[Hook x2: Lil Boosie]
Smokin on purple ease my mind (this that sh*t that we get high to - yeah)
It's murder, murder, murder gotta keep ya nine (this that sh*t that we ride to - yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Boosie]
I know the game, I know the street
I got the rap, you got the beats
And we gon'lay it down real sweet
So ya'll can ride, head bobbin side to side
I don't want sh*t from my fans but this feel the real n*gga vibe
When you down and out don't nobody trust ya
But when you got bread, it seem like everybody love ya
It's still f*cked up mayne in certain cases (believe this look)
Look they still racist, I see it on them b*tches faces
That's why I'm smokin and laughin I got my grind on
They don't feel my struggle they think my mind gone
That's why it's murder, murder - kill, kill on the corner
These lil'n*ggas got big pistols ready to put it on ya
So when you die, you might as well be high
Is it Heaven or Hell?....or is it all a lie?
That's why I smoke purple on Monday - purple on Tuesday
Two Glocks c*cked so they don't blues me (hah)

[Hook: Lil Boosie]
Smokin on purple ease my mind (this that sh*t that we get high to - yeah)
It's murder, murder, murder gotta keep ya nine (this that sh*t that we ride to - yeah)
Smokin on purple ease my mind (this that sh*t that we get high to - yeah)
It's murder, murder, murder gotta keep ya nine (this that sh*t that we ride to - yeah)

[Verse 3: Webbie]
Smokin on this doja, I done got a bag for cheap
n*gga eyes barely open and I'm glued to the backseat
Boosie took another hit and then he passed it back to me
This sh*t must got somethin in it, n*gga slipped some crack on me
Ain't no crack up in the windows I can barely even breathe
Got me fumblin and trippin I almost passed the blunt to C
Got it cloudy in the Bently n*gga squintin tryna see
Late, don't know what time it is, but I know it's time to eat
Ridin dirty bumpin "Ridin Dirty" you know how that sh*t be
"One day you here then the next day you gone" on repeat
With that nine up in my reach, cause right now dyin ain't for me
Mayne this pine got me sleepy but I'm too high to go to sleep
Musty odor when you roll it potent as it 'ppose to be
And we rollin I'm smokin them back to back consistently
Keep Movin, Dutches, Phillies, Garcias, to Swisher Sweets
Young Savage don't really care - just put that sh*t up in the air......

[Hook x2: Lil Boosie]

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