SahBabii “Purple Ape” Official Lyrics & Meaning | Verified – Hip Hop
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Renegade El Rey] Renegade, nigga let's get it straight from the gate I'ma tell you what it is, I'ma tell you what it ain't See you ain't gotta question Or better yet second guess anything that I might say You see not a single syllable is out of place I rock a venue, people barely know my name What I'm tryna tell you is I ain't gotta tell you a fuckin' thing I'ma show so you know Niggas either do or they don't And bein' number two is what I won't be I'm silencin' lambs and sheep, don't sleep Cause my characteristics are that of a cannibal Call this shit Hannibal Lector My timing's impeccable, sharp like a razorblade And you look dissectible I've been on my mind for days Cause homie we've been in the grind for years Southern eagle nigga, fuck 'em all mane, we don't fly in fear I grew up in the city where they figured they can kill dreams when they kill king Niggas stay shot, [?
S, they could never stop me Check these lames and pimp this game Let's put it in my pocket [Verse Rockie Fresh] And they will never know 'bout all the nights that we prayed All the meetings we took, and all the records we played I tried to tell 'em I'm the shit, but they told us, "no way" With no cuts, they're like a barber, they're about to catch fade My number one rule is that I gotta get paid I've been thinkin' this way since I was in the 6th grade No English, I ain't talk, but boy could add In the school of hard knocks I'm a fuckin' grad In these Pumas I'ma run shit, high so I'm above shit Lame ass niggas I don't fuck with Bathing Ape trucker, I'm a fly mothafucka My team lookin' at me like every time it's supper Cause they know I'm gon' feed 'em, Rocky been a boss I ain't worried 'bout the price cause I can clearly pay the cost I'm the sharpest guy around and I'ma always cut my loss Then come back for the win, I'ma make it, then I spin [Verse Bodega Bamz] Oh, you don't know Bamz?
I'm what the music game need Like Rich when he just came home And then gave the keys to a cherry 3 Series Oh, you don't know Bamz?
Fucker, that AK go chopped 7: Show and prove for what? Now you're dead, pussy boy catch up Pool junkie rack up, nigga, act up Trunk with the mac truck bulletproof'ed up Oh, you don't know Bamz?
Double parked on murder lane my address, Boulevard of pain Oh, you don't know Bamz? My cellphone backed up No voice mail, just call me up, uh 01 01 Hit me up when you want that coke Hit me up when you want more drugs 01 01 Hit me up when you want that coke Hit me up when you want more drugs [Verse Remy Banks] As I sit back and roll up this black demeanor Reminiscing on my past, still dreaming about that Beamer Shit, I never was that kid in the streets gripping on Nina's Instead, I was that nigga puffin reefer, fucking lolitas With the baddest features Dog 'em then it's onto the next like I do my sneakers That was the life I was living, careless about their feelings Caught cheating, ask for forgiveness, of course I got my way But now I'm older and wiser, cruising through summer days With a little Ma riding in the passenger, she rolling up that lavender Purple cannabis rapture, head high like a Jersey in the rafters You wing a Frazier, some smart players until we major Traveling the world, collecting paper, pissing off these haters Come back home and invest in something then ball out later In five star restaurants high as hell when I tip my waiter Providing for my seed when I bring one in this world But until that day gets here I'm thinking about these joints, twerk [Verse Del Harris] Young Del God is handsome Your girl, she's on ransom She don't wanna come back Cause you don't make her cum On the beats I do go dumb And I do her till she numb And I make her soaking wet when she grab that water gun Now fuck that brag rap, man I'm Batman, I'm Bruce Wayne I'm kickin' it, I'm Liu Kang I'm killing these niggas, they're too lame Unorthodox, they too tame I'm right hand but play left I'll chop a trend down 'til there ain't no more plain left Now pay respect to them gods, niggas Not talkin' church, I'm talkin' rides niggas On boulevards when we ride Hovercrafts cause we fly Q Gang 'til I die Pyramid on my eye Button up on my chest [?
- SahBabii “Purple Ape” Official Lyrics & Meaning | Verified
YG] I'm back in this bitch bashing These rappers be swagger jacking Clap 'em not, they don't even matterthis lung been splattered And I heat a pistol on something I keep a fifth on the belt Pulling out the needles with the liable Make shine sit on the shelf Cause I ain't light on the body Fuck waiting in your lobby Hannah Montana finally did grew up I've been waiting on Miley I'm gangbanging 'til I break my fingers Ti'l all my family members speak the slanguage I ain't even drop no album yet Off mixtapes, that's how I've been maintaining If you offended, nigga, sorry In backs there is bodies Have your best friend, cuzzo, uncle, pops and another Bury you in front of everybody If I ain't been who you are I don't fuck with you If I fuck with you then I'm stuck with you I'm stuck with you, I'll shoot it out Do some years and a couple months with you, woo [Verse CyHi da Prince] Lyrically I am the epitome of a real MC Biblically I am Timothy, visually I am Tripoli Full of bigotry, fighting with Gaddafi over liberty Politically I'm Barack smoking pot, sipping Hennessy That's my only vice, old school noisy pipes I ain't tryna be the richest, I'm cool with an M like Obie Trice Rappers sing the same song, it must be karaoke night That shit sound like you sang the hokey pokey twice But this the main event, can't tell me that I ain't a prince A one-hit wonder to your girl cause I came and went But this that fly talk, smoke it, you'll get high off The best thing to happen to the street since the sidewalk Or the stop sign, or the shots flying From a Glock 9, now the block crying, I don't freestyle, I jot mine Call me Mr.
Kilo Kish] I sit in the back of the room, legs crossed, melting wax Another free drink so soon? All good, knock it back Red lights, heart attack, just a dream with no end in sight Waking up to evening, now it seems I live this rotten life Spoiled rotten life, frozen hair with burning hands Coming out to dance with other drones who couldn't give a damn But when the night calls, redcurrant lipstick with the lights off Look at all the bottles lined up, wondering who they could pop for Golden ember to the black floor, burning monks to feel the timbre Part of the action, retweet, now you're the attraction Sit around and watch them, watch their faces and reactions Then blur the lines until the sun is back on your horizon [Verse S, they could never stop me Check these lames and pimp this game, let's put it in my pocket [Verse Bodega Bamz] Oh, you don't know Bamz?
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I'm what the music game need Like Rich when he just came home And then gave the keys to a cherry 3 Series Oh, you don't know Bamz? Show and prove for what? Double parked on murder lane my address, Boulevard of Pain Oh, you don't know Bamz?
My cellphone backed up My clientele meet once, no voice mail, just call me up, uh 01 01, hit me up when you want that coke Hit me up when you want more drugs 01 01, hit me up when you want that coke Hit me up when you want more drugs [Verse Feet up on the sofa Heat up on the holster, World's Fair! Yak Ballz] I never sell drugs, I took 'em, I don't write rhymes, I cook 'em I'm from the Old New York Where you got your chain snatched and your kicks tooken I put my city up like I'm bench pressin' Scorin' high off the fresh pressses, brutal, last in 10 seconds Jolly good, body good, I met a stripper named Hollywood In Hollywood, glass slipper and she gave me the sloppy goooood So you should tip her if you execute, young leisure suit Larry with no extra loot, my ex left me destitute So chances are I don't remember you if I slept with you You want karats, I'm turnin' rappers to vegetables City of God, I'm askin' what would the devil do?
Instagram it, I forever rule, Ricky [Verse