Lyrics:
The world finna know Mike Jones mann
Mike Jones! (Mike Jones)
Swishahouse! (Swishahouse)
Come here Watts (Come here Watts)
[Chorus: x2]
Purple
yeah that Kior purple plum runts in
I've being properly preparing to prevent a poor performance I've been properly preparing to prevent a poor
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
the sparrows
And she floats upon the breeze
She moves among the flowers
She moves something deep inside of me
I was walking around the flower show like
the sparrows
And she floats upon the breeze
She moves among the flowers
She moves something deep inside of me
I was walking around the flower show like
covered by the imagery
I would tell you
But you would just forget it
Purple skies
Split the night
Close your eyes
And seek the light
The weight
the window with that stick make it sing
Go by different names when I'm serving my feigns
Who said I don't want this shit? know I do, whatchu' mean
I got two
covered by the imagery
I would tell you
But you would just forget it
Purple skies
Split the night
Close your eyes
And seek the light
The weight of the world
by her side and
See him running around in circles wearing purple and its
Turbo
He'll never let her go
He's always by her side and
You'll see him
about get back, I spin (Spin)
Fuck the bitch, put it deep in (Deep in)
Got my Cuban from the deep end
Baby girl, you not leaving
You hiding, I'm seekin'
Get lost with you
And lost again
Deep in my bag
That's where I am
I feel so free
Got all I need
I'm floating by
In an endless sky
You in my dreams
into those eyes
Deep blue like the ocean
Take an L
Her love's good
Feel like I'm on purple potion
Can't control emotions
Time goes by slow motion
Fell
what I have to do just to get by
You see the pain in my eyes shit too deep I can't disguise it
I keep the tool like O'Reilly make 1 phone call we riding
You ain't never made love with a real nigga, I can tell by the way that I deal with ya
I ain't nothin' like a ex, I'm a real nigga, Spittin' game, I
STM
Written and performed by Derrell
803 shit, 803 shit
You Listening?
I’m smoking potent stuff (potent)
You smell it, it ain’t opened up (it
it G
Watch when I talk, I'm walkin' on the beat
You can see the Amiri, GG on my feet
Even doley or deep, I gotta keep a beam
Like, no ain't no love
Yo sick soul patch bro
By the way you look like Vanilla Ice
Dude thank you
That's exactly what I was going for
Dude for a second I was like am
I
By the river, hanging leaves
The roots, they anchor deep
But the Willow still weeps
Your pillow sees
The anguish at half past three
We've aged like
on the phone
You can call Jake Shuttlesworth
I’m on the Skytel
Coping bales from Ms. Butterworth
Hand me my mail
Meet me by the shuttle
All I want is bundles
I
your Dope down
Wait until they pass by, before you blow the Smoke out
It don't even matter which city, it's a smoke route
We riding through your side
The world finna know Mike Jones mann
Mike Jones! (Mike Jones)
Swishahouse! (Swishahouse)
Come here Watts (Come here Watts)
[Chorus: x2]
Purple
Purple light bulb, bathe in glowing
Incense burning
Reaching out for who I am deep inside
Crossleg-sitting, meditating
Feel a burn now
Searing
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Yeah, I like it when the girls
Stop by in the summer
Do you remember?
Do you remember
When we met, last summer?
New Kids On The Block
Had
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