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PURPLE HEART Video (MV)




Performed By: Don Toliver
Featuring: Odetari, Odecore
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Taha Ahmad, Caleb Toliver




Don Toliver - PURPLE HEART Lyrics
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[ Featuring Odetari, Odecore ]

Don't tell me you're going anywhere
If I can't come with you (you)
This is everything I could've dreamed of
So why do I feel the need to
Pop bottles just to feel somethin'
All this money, I still feel numb
All the cars and the money and the jewelry and I still feel nu-
('Tari, get over here)

Still, so divine
Ain't nobody that look like mine (mine, I-I-I-I-I-I-)
Still, so divine
Ain't nobody that look like mine (mine, mine)
They're looking at you (you), for the blueprint
You can see the admiration in their eyes
You-you-you (you), you knew it
Everybody want a piece of the life

I'm ridin' through the streets with my Glockiana (yeah, yeah)
Got a bad lil' bitch, she a prima donna (yeah, yeah)
Okay, she love to give me head and roll my marijuana (marijuana)
Nigga, back the f*ck up, know you don't wanna (woo)
I'm-I'm a cold stunner, I want the whole summer
I went and bought the Bentley back, he copped a gold Hummer
Okay, I can't get in it, I'mma keep it a whole hunnid
Okay, he brought the Bentley back (woo)
Cop the Brabus, it look like a Jeep
'Fore you walk in, I need all the deets (let's go!)
Call your bluffin', I never been beaten
Ask your mama, he never been cheap (uh-uh)
Off the wocky, I'm goin' to sleep (uh-uh)
Got my gun and I'm cold with the heat (uh-uh)
Guess she down 'cause she get on her knees (woo)
I be working with nothin' but-, ah

Still, so divine
Ain't nobody that look like mine (mine, I-I-I-I-I-I-)
Still, so divine
Ain't nobody that look like mine (mine, mine, mine, mine)

I'm ridin' through the streets with my Glockiana
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Don't tell me you're going anywhere
If I can't come with you (you)
This is everything I could've dreamed of
So why do I feel the need to
Pop bottles just to feel somethin'
All this money, I still feel numb
All the cars and the money and the jewelry and I still feel nu-
('Tari, get over here)

Still, so divine
Ain't nobody that look like mine (mine, I-I-I-I-I-I-)
Still, so divine
Ain't nobody that look like mine (mine, mine)
They're looking at you (you), for the blueprint
You can see the admiration in their eyes
You-you-you (you), you knew it
Everybody want a piece of the life

I'm ridin' through the streets with my Glockiana (yeah, yeah)
Got a bad lil' bitch, she a prima donna (yeah, yeah)
Okay, she love to give me head and roll my marijuana (marijuana)
Nigga, back the f*ck up, know you don't wanna (woo)
I'm-I'm a cold stunner, I want the whole summer
I went and bought the Bentley back, he copped a gold Hummer
Okay, I can't get in it, I'mma keep it a whole hunnid
Okay, he brought the Bentley back (woo)
Cop the Brabus, it look like a Jeep
'Fore you walk in, I need all the deets (let's go!)
Call your bluffin', I never been beaten
Ask your mama, he never been cheap (uh-uh)
Off the wocky, I'm goin' to sleep (uh-uh)
Got my gun and I'm cold with the heat (uh-uh)
Guess she down 'cause she get on her knees (woo)
I be working with nothin' but-, ah

Still, so divine
Ain't nobody that look like mine (mine, I-I-I-I-I-I-)
Still, so divine
Ain't nobody that look like mine (mine, mine, mine, mine)

I'm ridin' through the streets with my Glockiana
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Writer: Taha Ahmad, Caleb Toliver
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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