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purge! - OUT OF LUCK lyrics

Artist: purge!

album: OUT OF LUCK


Holdup drift around town, whipping this new scat pack
Ak-47 whipping bullets it go pah pah
Run it up, run it up, pussy want the smoke
Finna empty out the bullets, then we changing the mag
Yeah pussy want it, he really really want it
He want the smoke, so I gave in and he got it and I shot him,
Yeah we trashing the house, no evidence up on the scene
We dipped out, I got paid and now we balling
Holdup, choppa out, put in the mag and we let it spray
30 bullets in his head, can't even recognize his face
Went to court the same day, You know that we beat the case
I think they love me, cuz I be sitting all up inside their gaze
Big bands in my wallet, lean all in my double cup
We be Cruising down the avenue, opp when I see it up
Yeah he talking out his neck, Shot a bullet and then he duck
So I shot it again, where yo head, you out of luck
Dipped out, dipped out, fleeing out the scene
Pull up to my place, and she popped another bean
Ran it up aye, you the student, I'm the dean
I'm shooting shots, just like a doctor giving vaccines
What you mean aye, yeah my sight is only green
Pockets so fat, I'm a money making machine
Yeah he talking smack, guess ima hit you with this beam
My voice is addictive, call it methamphetamine
What it do, what it do, pull up double Dutch
I be smoking the opps, Berettas hit him a bunch
I'm leaving holes inside his chest, aye yeah his body so done
He turning into a hashtag, unloading bullets from this gun
Holdup drift around town, whipping this new scat pack
Ak-47 whipping bullets it go pah pah
Run it up, run it up, pussy want the smoke
Finna empty out the bullets, then we changing the mag
Yeah pussy want it, he really really want it
He want the smoke, so I gave in and he got it and I shot him,
Yeah we trashing the house, no evidence up on the scene
We dipped out, I got paid and now we balling
Holdup, choppa out, put in the mag and we let it spray
30 bullets in his head, can't even recognize his face
Went to court the same day, You know that we beat the case
I think they love me, cuz I be sitting all up inside their gaze
Big bands in my wallet, lean all in my double cup
We be Cruising down the avenue, opp when I see it up
Yeah he talking out his neck, Shot a bullet and then he duck
So I shot it again, where yo head, you out of luck

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