Purple In My Hands - The Team

I got purple in my hands

Pocket full of grands

And all I wanna do is just smoke

Pass that rope

Smoke these bitches the fuck out

Smoke these bitches the fuck out

All I need in this life of sin

Is my turf bitch and some privilege hen

Motel 6 or holidae Inn

Send a nigga Naked flix

When I’m locked in the pen

See, She said she don’t give head much

But she givin me deep throat

To made her forehead touch

Handlin bundles she handlin business

And When I Smash she like Kaz

You want me to kiss you

Now, Turf bitch ain’t really got shit

No Xxo Chanel or Austress

Eat month specials the days she roll wit

When she take dicks, She ain’t wit no soft shit

Foods and cars, Slide it like a visa

Every other weekend she up at Rita

Ma, I don’t need ya I’m good I’m gone

I got a few to perform like Three in the morn'

Bitch

I got purple in my hands

Pocket full of grands

And all I wanna do is just smoke

Pass that rope

Smoke these bitches the fuck out

Smoke these bitches the fuck out

Turfed out with your Tongue Out

Bout to make a nigga run out

Licking your lips when I have my dick hung out

Shit thats how cum come out

So when it comes to Sex scenes

I’m jesus in he got game

Prince in Purple Rain, Eddie in Boomerang

Run the Denali hold the woodgrain

Neva eat it wit Vita gettin some good brain

Need a turf bitch, hoodrat, hoochie mama

She can’t count but she can Swalla

Fix that bitch head She’s a monsta

Turf ball finna turf, Team I holla

Reebok broads Melisa Madden Fashion

Three for the dubbz supporting her purple habits

From light smokers to attitude

Rest is doing their fabric

7−1 Berna girls, Step or call Castress

I got purple in my hands

Pocket full of grands

And all I wanna do is just smoke

Pass that rope

Smoke these bitches the fuck out

Smoke these bitches the fuck out

I’m lookin for a bitch like you

Turfed out on the block chick like you

Work every quarter on the corner like you

Call her Brain Section A just like you

I wanna run through

Excuse Miss, Whats Your Name?

Where you from?, What turf you Claim?

My name is Maine, Your name is Eisha?

Whoop Fukeisha?

Or Laquisha

It really don’t matta, I’m smokin leatha

It’s not your my girl, your booty I’m afta

You have a numba?

So I can hit ya

7−7-6 Metro Extension

Picture my vision, of me and you girl

Legs up high, Mannie now in your world

Bless me one time, your bliss real nice

Dig your whole swagger

Maa you doin ya job riiiiiiiiiiiiiiight

I got purple in my hands

Pocket full of grands

And all I wanna do is just smoke

Pass that rope

Smoke these bitches the fuck out

Smoke these bitches the fuck out