On Purpose

Uh-huh
Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea

I fuck ya bitch on purpose, aye
I flick the wrist on purpose, aye
I'm talking shit on purpose, uh
Might hit a lick on purpose, yeah
I fuck ya bitch on purpose, aye
I flick the wrist on purpose, aye
I'm talking shit on purpose, yup
Might hit a lick on purpose, yeah

I spilled the fifth on purpose, offering to my angels
Guiding me to my purpose, steering me from the danger
Tryna subdue my reckless
Don't got a bucket list, Got a 24 hour checklist
It changes every night, I refresh it
Gotta wake up, get fresh, and get laid before the sun sets
Get the number of every girl I see in a sun dress
Get paid, some cash, for some pictures that I posed in
Rings on my hand, my appendages looking frozen, on purpose

I fuck ya bitch on purpose, aye
I flick the wrist on purpose, aye
I'm talking shit on purpose, uh
Might hit a lick on purpose, yeah
I fuck ya bitch on purpose, aye
I flick the wrist on purpose, aye
I'm talking shit on purpose, yup
Might hit a lick on purpose, yeah

My; big on purpose
Ain't even have to say it
Can't wear no sweatpants out the crib
You know my shit be swangin'
Half my songs I talk my shit
The other half my songs I sang it
Ain't no one on one's, dummy
I'm with my brudda, like the Wayans
He counted me out? Must not be good with numbers
I heard pressure bust pipes, bruh, don't turn me to no plumber
Fuck around and stomp the yard, you prolly ain't know I'm a drummer
They gone hear the clap for miles, sunny day but it was thunder
I'm just, extrapolating possibilities, how could you scare me
You ain't even real to me
You all ecstatic, ain't nun a big deal to me
Cultivating peace and tranquility
When I get my racks up, Gima gon put a grill on me
Go out to eat, put everybody bill on me
Keep a bad boss shawty, like Hillary
Pop champagne, let it spill on me, on purpose

I fuck ya bitch on purpose



Credits
Writer(s): Stefen Supplice
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