Purple Stamp Lyrics – Kodak Black from “Back For Everything” album is the latest English song. Purple Stamp Lyrics are written by Murda Beatz & Kodak Black while the song is produced by Murda Beatz.
Purple Stamp Song Details:
| Song: | Purple Stamp |
| Album: | Back For Everything |
| Singer: | Kodak Black |
| Produced by: | Murda Beatz |
| Lyrics: | Murda Beatz & Kodak Black |
Purple Stamp Lyrics
Free my nigga Julio
I dropped a purple Tesla, you who I do it for
Give my dawg a life sentence, robbin’ jewelry stores
He just want a Tesla truck, so I did it for ’em
(If you fuck with Murda, it’s a homicide)
Make sure I send pictures to him behind the mall
I still got them purple stamps, I run with the murder camp
Ain’t through with the Perkys yet, I’m still poppin’ Perkys, I keep poppin’ Perkys
Might fuck ’round and overdose
They gave up and told it all
I was stressin’ for twenty months
I came home and killed the ho, twenty-one
Twеnty-one, bitch, I’m a savage baby
Gucci on me lеft from Rodger Davis
I put a stash in the ‘frigerator
Hope they don’t think they intimidate
Yeah, I might pull up with Becky Jean
I was rich off at seventeen
They was callin’ my destiny, you can go and ask Stephanie
She was callin’ me pressure back when I was lil’
Even though they be hatin’, they see the potential
My family big and I grew up ’round killers
Even though I’ma kid I’ma go get my man
I hit the strip, I’ma fuck off some bands
I got me a lil’ bitch, I don’t fuck all my fans
R.I.P. Prince, I’m with purple like LJ
Fuck what you heard, I don’t care ’bout no [?]
She comin’ like andale
I want all my money, no under pay (Know I’m sayin’?)
I still got a purple stamp, I ain’t goin’ commercial yet
I still got a purple stamp, I ain’t goin’ commercial yet
Bought my brother a purple Lex, but he still got a white one too
Ain’t no pump fakin’, I’ma shoot (Know I’m sayin’?)
Gettin’ back when I was in school
They say them lil’ niggas be on the news
We gon’ send a bitch on the news
Got a purple stamp on it, purple stamp on the envelope
I’ma [?] state prison, encouragin’ niggas behind the fences
Might put a [?] twenty-sixes
My baby girl panties be stay drippin’
They sleepin’ on me, Martian Luther King
I only drink Bel-Air ’cause I get paid
My mama got in [?]
Smokin’ the cannabis keep me saine
Me and my dawg
I still got them purple stamps, I run with the murder camp
Ain’t through with the Perkys yet, I’m still poppin’ Perkys, I keep poppin’ Perkys
Might fuck ’round and overdose