Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pure, artist - D-Block Europe. Date of issue: 08.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pure |
| I seen my first memories on them bando floors |
| We get the trap, wee, wee, yeah, check the score |
| I got the Range Rover, somethin' black with the mash, do you get it? |
| She want some VVS', check her hand, that’s her plan, do you get it? |
| I swear to God, that’s my darling and I pay the tab, black debit |
| Operation five G-packs in the back, they gon' say |
| I got the molly and edibles broad day, turn a boy to a vegetable |
| Can’t get to the U.S., all my cases are federal, they impeccable |
| I’m whippin' up crack, storm and most of these niggas 'round, they pay |
| Like a Krispy Kreme, so clean, whippin' up crack, got the glaze |
| I got some pain in my heart and I swear to God, you could tell by my face |
| Yeah, niggas hate me and LB, we was active, hittin' niggas broad day |
| When this shit rains, it pours, I can tell that you niggas weren’t poor |
| I got a famous bitch, so what? |
| Make her on the floor |
| Ten to 0, check the score |
| New car, come ball |
| See the nigga GG ain’t pure |
| LB, that’s for sure |
| Amiri jeans |
| I’ve been with Chromes from a day |
| Hi-Tech or lemonade |
| Argue with bro, see their grave |
| Killer, killer, shoot him with the blick that put him down the curb |
| Gucci, blueprint, hit you, fuckin' stupid |
| Are you 'bout to die 'bout your word? |
| And I’m with Chromes, that nigga a cat |
| I got some flake, came from a Turk |
| This bitch is the shit so I call her a turd |
| This nigga ain’t never killed no-one, I call him a nerd |
| Pull up, see the curb |
| Porsche Jeep, say the word |
| When this shit rains, it pours, I can tell that you niggas weren’t poor |
| I got a famous bitch, so what? |
| Make her on the floor |
| Ten to 0, check the score |
| New car, come ball |
| I’m in a Range, black on black |
| You see the flash on the (Flash on the) |
| From the stage straight to the trap |
| They know I was destined to win |
| The AP is wet like a tap |
| Sixty the ride |
| These niggas, they’re wishin' for days |
| My nigga, he fresh home |
| And that ain’t no cap |
| I heard that your killers, they miss |
| To niggas, I move antisocial (Uh-huh) |
| Got that bitch through the social |
| And I still feel the pain that I go through |
| We ain’t the same, bro, I told you |
| I guess the money gon' clean so I’m sorta good |
| I ain’t gotta trap but I thought I should |
| Now I feed all the bros like I thought I would |
| Bro passed the exam when he learned to cook |
| I’ve been buyin' these clothes and that’s devilish |
| I got a hoe that wants everything |
| Bro got a box and he pebble it |
| He comin' up just like me and it’s evident |
| The trap spot is evident (Evident) |
| I love this hoe and she Heaven sent (Heaven sent) |
| I been missin' my bro but when he come home, he gonna be back like he never left |
| It’s ten nil to us, we won again, they wanna get equal (Equal) |
| My killers the most, they pull up in cars, they scheme on your people (People) |
| I can’t change for the fame, bro, I know you (I know you) |
| My life is insane, I stay the same and I still show love like I’m supposed to |