Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pure In The Pack, artist - Mozzy. Date of issue: 28.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pure In The Pack |
| I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that |
| Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack |
| Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack |
| I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that |
| Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack |
| Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack, nah |
| Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack |
| Eighty somethin' on the Rollie |
| I bought a chain for the lil whoadie |
| I bought a brick and poured the whole thing out |
| That one’s for the dead homies |
| Red mob or it’s no mob, get a headshot from that forty |
| Lil bruh and them turned rat, I was heartbroken when they told me |
| Put the Maserati on Forgis, I hit the curb off of that dotty |
| We got the murder rate goin' up gang, and it’s HellGang 'til they moke me |
| Bandica and these Dolces, that mean I’m loafed up in this bitch |
| We throw the fours up in this bitch |
| I never froze up with that stick, yeah |
| Paperwork hit the folk yard, you get poked up in that bitch |
| They puttin' high demands in the soda pop, niggas poured up in that bitch |
| I be like so what if he switch, that nigga hoed up on that trip |
| I be like so what if he switch, that nigga hoed up on that trip, yeah |
| Know I’m four finger bangin' baby, I’ll die about it |
| You tell your partner 'bout any them homis and you gon' do time 'bout it |
| My iller nigga Sauce died and you know I cried 'bout it |
| He was a real one, livin' through me so that nigga still one |
| I’m rockin' the Rollie that come with the pointers, this ain’t a steel one |
| I hopped in the game, put on the gang, them niggas real ones |
| I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that |
| Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack |
| Ayy I got a family to feed, I got a family to feed |
| I gotta keep blammy and things, you know that we still in the beef |
| Pray for the killer’s release, pray for the nigga deceased |
| I used to want a Caprice, that’s when I dove in the streets |
| That’s when I ordered the cutie, I run up a half and flip me a P |
| They think it’s sweet in the city, but you can get flipped in a P |
| They do they shit in the East, they do they shit in the North |
| Niggas’ll pull up in Honda Accords, hop out and body your Porsche, yeah |
| They goin' body for body for body and you need a wally for sure, ayy |
| They goin' body for body for body and you need a wally for sure |
| It ain’t no more talkin' no more, you gotta put up a score |
| That’s how you put on for fourth nigga, that’s how you put on for fourth, ayy |
| Know I’m four finger bangin' baby, I’ll die about it |
| You tell your partner 'bout any them homis and you gon' do time 'bout it |
| My iller nigga Sauce died and you know I cried 'bout it |
| He was a real one, livin' through me so that nigga still one |
| I’m rockin' the Rollie that come with the pointers, this ain’t a steel one |
| I hopped in the game, put on the gang, them niggas real ones |
| I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that |
| Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack |
| I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that |
| Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack |
| Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack |
| Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack |
| I wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that nigga |
| As simple as that nigga |
| Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it back, no pure in the pack nigga |
| Yeah, no pure in the pack nigga |