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KeepItOnTheDiel - PURPOSE Lyrics



KeepItOnTheDiel - PURPOSE Lyrics




I tell her wait (uh)

Get low
What the f*ck you here for
You aint tryna get dough
What the f*ck you here for
These niggas eavesdropping tryna get the info
You aint tryna win though
What the f*ck you here for
Purpose
Purpose
Tell me whats your purpose
Aint get it from no hand out
I got it cause im working
Purpose
Purpose
Tell me whats your purpose
Ya thought it was mistaken boy i did this shit on purpose

Aint got no time to waste no time to lose
Wanna know how i do
I all i do is rap about my life and it be shit sounding cool
I done put my life on the line
I done put it all on the line
Who cares if they getting outta line
As long as the stars are alined
Bitches be talking to me i aint hearing you
Get a bag off me is a miracle
Took a lot for me to get this hoe
You aint tryna get with this hoe
I tell her

Get low
What the f*ck you here for
You aint tryna get dough
What the f*ck you here for
These niggas eavesdropping tryna get the info
You aint tryna win though
What the f*ck you here for
Purpose
Purpose
Tell me whats your purpose
Aint get it from no hand out
I got it cause im working
Purpose
Purpose
Tell me whats your purpose
Ya thought it was mistaken boy i did this shit on purpose

Nigga moved pack
Got tunred to a pack
What
Straight like that
F*ck gta
This st. tropez
Bitch i dont play like that
Made a deal
Told em keep it real
And he turned fake like that
Damn
All nah
Thought you was my dawg and you turned straight like that
Ima trill ass nigga
Blunt and some liquor
Right hand on some booty
Left hand on a nigga

Aye look
I get it you know ima make it work
A six or lower she dont get a smirk
He tryna make a mil off the work
Im about to make a mil off the merch
I come up in it
They think its a fluke
Beat the block with the shit i produce
Funny thing is i aint even plan it
We started small and now this shit outlandish
I aint wth the raving or the ranting
You gotta get that paper gotta stamp it
You gotta cut em off if they dont grow
You gotta go hit that road gotta
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I tell her wait (uh)

Get low
What the f*ck you here for
You aint tryna get dough
What the f*ck you here for
These niggas eavesdropping tryna get the info
You aint tryna win though
What the f*ck you here for
Purpose
Purpose
Tell me whats your purpose
Aint get it from no hand out
I got it cause im working
Purpose
Purpose
Tell me whats your purpose
Ya thought it was mistaken boy i did this shit on purpose

Aint got no time to waste no time to lose
Wanna know how i do
I all i do is rap about my life and it be shit sounding cool
I done put my life on the line
I done put it all on the line
Who cares if they getting outta line
As long as the stars are alined
Bitches be talking to me i aint hearing you
Get a bag off me is a miracle
Took a lot for me to get this hoe
You aint tryna get with this hoe
I tell her

Get low
What the f*ck you here for
You aint tryna get dough
What the f*ck you here for
These niggas eavesdropping tryna get the info
You aint tryna win though
What the f*ck you here for
Purpose
Purpose
Tell me whats your purpose
Aint get it from no hand out
I got it cause im working
Purpose
Purpose
Tell me whats your purpose
Ya thought it was mistaken boy i did this shit on purpose

Nigga moved pack
Got tunred to a pack
What
Straight like that
F*ck gta
This st. tropez
Bitch i dont play like that
Made a deal
Told em keep it real
And he turned fake like that
Damn
All nah
Thought you was my dawg and you turned straight like that
Ima trill ass nigga
Blunt and some liquor
Right hand on some booty
Left hand on a nigga

Aye look
I get it you know ima make it work
A six or lower she dont get a smirk
He tryna make a mil off the work
Im about to make a mil off the merch
I come up in it
They think its a fluke
Beat the block with the shit i produce
Funny thing is i aint even plan it
We started small and now this shit outlandish
I aint wth the raving or the ranting
You gotta get that paper gotta stamp it
You gotta cut em off if they dont grow
You gotta go hit that road gotta
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Writer: Marcus Hopson
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Written by: Marcus Hopson

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