Purple Haze Lyrics - New Jet City - Curren$y

The four-one done, another one rolled up 

I don't sip lean, but baby girl pour it up 

Baby doll, I met her in H-Town 

Counting paper like mine, baby girl a gold mine, fo' sho' 

We can take it all over in no time 

Bake up cake and go lay up, that's no lie 

She like damn homeboy, you really living out your rhymes 

I'm like yeah, that other shit ain't rap, that's fairy tales 

I'm showing my flow, show, sea shells 

Drug dealer fortress, got this from legal retail 

Sitting on the porch, cone lit, flipping the torch 

Seconds later after that I'm sitting in the Porsche 

With the racing exhaust, I take your bitch away from you 

She take some days off, I put them jams on, she take her clothes off 

She perform for a Jet, put on for our set, I roll up the next 

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Purple haze, and codeine 

And my baby girl, is all I need 

Number nine, I'm on the fly 

And I'm feeling so high, [?] don't pull me down 

She pick me up and took me on a trip that I've never been 

And when she looking up, baby girl I'm going in 

She say, no-oh-oh, but I know you ain't shit 

Your whip is just a slave ship, and I'm not no bitch to play with 

You better watch your [?] play 

I laughed when I took her back [?] serious 

Cause her heart is very cold, and the warmth up in her soul 

You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke 

You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke 

You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke 

These riches never change, only the souls 

They will leave you in the rain, no raincoat 

She said she met Spitta, I guess the plane caught 

[?] sweater, and the weed I bought 

Play my heart, lay my heart 

Play my heart, I had to let you know 

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Oh, kush got me gone 

Feeling so high, got me so blown 

And the shit that I'm on, is cloud number nine, but six be my song 

Twenty-one guns, kissing on my lips, blowing smoke in my lungs 

Twenty-one drums, the heat's on my side in case a nigga want some 

But I don't wanna fuss or fight, I just wanna chill tonight 

On this Jet Life, Life, Life 

Drop a little pink in my Sprite 

Pop another pill and take flight 

On this Jet Life, Life, Life