Ashes To Ashes Lyrics - Purp & Patron - Game

[feat. Rick Ross] 

I got a house on my face, custom made glasses 

Lays on the [?], ashes to ashes, valee to vessel 

Known as an Aston, the oz [?], homie, only you my absence 

Let the nigger we gang members almost [?] 

Not the boats but get your but like the [?] 

My wrecken sales could never reflect my respect 

What god damn death Jim for reverend [?] 

Money bags back and forth how carry it on 

[?] homies on my lawn, still I grieve on 

As I'm now to my crucifix, tears in my eyes, smiling on the inside 

Nobody cares what I feel like, no 

Now it's six [?] next just to feel right, let's go 

Carry on and my glasses, toast to competition 

Ashed to ashes 

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See the [?] in the club, you know we got bottles 

See the lambos out front, tell me we fucking models 

Spin wheel nigger shit you can pop it into [?] 

Making lane for the niggers that have never seen the leather 

Red diamonds in the [?], red frames in the lenses 

How you know yo all? Baby mama driving Benzes 

Louis Vuiton house shoes somewhere on the road 

Like a snitch nigger body, let this motherfucker flow 

Champaign in my glass feeling like a boss 

I'm in love with a phantom like fuck with the [?] 

Louie [?] full of honeys, [?] at a purple, keep it g cause that's me 

These rap niggers speak urkle, survival of the fittest, 

Swimming in the dog seat world in my living room come and feed the sharks 

[?] for my city, [?] would a fellow park, nigger rappers like New York 

Ain't nowhere to park 

That's why I got a chauffeur, I don't need a valee, head the game, watch it burn 

Give it up to [?], [?] no bone in my body, nigger I salute you 

You disrespect my hood I fuck around and shoot you 

You got the well running round throwing up bees 

Niggers saying su wu like they're fucking chinese 

Ass [?] when I'm blowing on embrace, topped down blow a smoke go to fucking interstate 

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See the [?] in the club, you know we got bottles 

See the lambos out front, tell me we fucking models 

Spin wheel nigger shit you can pop it into [?] 

Making lane for the niggers that have never seen the leather 

Red diamonds in the [?], red frames in the lenses 

How you know yo all? Baby mama driving Benzes 

Louis Vuiton house shoes somewhere on the road 

Like a snitch nigger body, let this motherfucker flow.