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the purge intro (phase 1) - max b lyrics

[intro]
oh, yeah
don crockett
grease (you ready? patient zero)
patient motherf*ckin’ zero waitin’ joker for your ass, purge
yeah, let’s get it

[verse 1]
yeah, a n*gga’s holdin’ (holdin’), pockets swollen (swollen)
not knowin’ (not knowin’), cops patrollin’ (cops patrollin’)
popstars (popstars), rock and rollin’ (rock and rollin’)
we get the green (get the green), guacamole (guacamole)
chinx drugz (chinx drugz), pop smoke (pop smoke)
buckshot (buckshot), i got you open (i got you open)
i got the percs (got percs), oxycontin (oxycontin)
roxy reynolds (ayy, baby), maximov (maximov)
my style come from out the ocean
i traded the fame, family fortune
we made a mistake, that will cost them
this a day and date, mines is oysters (pave)
baby k, the mob host us
you lay in your grave if y’all approach us
we made it a way, we sound focused
don’t approach us
call me big, call me pac, call me jay, call me not
think your lil’ man’s hot, don’t compare me ’til he stop
this the spell, sh*t is hot, don’t come near me on the block
y’all preparin’ for the purge, sh*t get scary when it drop
i was big with the shots, large amounts, parking lots
lose it all, i won’t stop, smoke the bomb nonstop
every day, different businesses is made
b*tches put ’em in handcuffs like the sh*t was just a raid
when they took me in handcuffs, still the sh*t was gettin’ played
bigga, you back home, n*ggas is still gettin’ paid
sippin’ kool*aid, crème brûlée, f*ckin’ big*booty judy
white wine scallops, fish eggs, soufflé
i might f*ck around, clip your beard, rip your toupée
you gotta stop ridin’ n*ggas’ d*cks ’cause it’s too gay
i got a new taste and it’s big, it’s the new wraith
the purge is here and now, b*tch n*gga, too late (too late)
[interlude]
turn the page on you n*ggas real quick
grease, yeah

[verse 2]
i got a southern bad mamacita (mamacita)
and mama raise h*ll if i’ll cheat her (raise h*ll)
said she’ll put me back in jail if i beat her (jail)
type of n*gga balance the scales, i do neither (i do neither)
i sip the ballantine ale, use peepers
mama said i can go to h*ll in new sneakers (my sneakers)
even then, it was ten to do features (really)
certified preowned benz, new speakers (maybach)
fate has it, i excelled, new reaches
f*ck princ*p*ls, i expelled a few teachers
got sh*t to do, it hasn’t been a few leeches
nosebleed, not from the seats nor the bleachers (uh)
thinkin’ sh*t mini, you got jokes (you got jokes, n*gga?)
i’ll send some n*ggas to bust your cantaloupe (hold that)
i’ll send some n*ggas to cut your neck, throat (ayy, mama)
i gave ’em twenty grand in an envelope, uh

[outro]
this is not a test
this is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the annual purge sanctioned by the us government
weapons of class four and lower have been authorized for use during the purge
all other weapons are restricted
government officials of ranking ten have been granted immunity from the purge and shall not be harmed
commencing at the siren, all crime except murder will be legal for twelve continuous hours
can we back up?

- max b lyrics

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