| Old fucking drama, call the karma kamikaze
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| Shots of alcohol the pain its relic in my chest, I feel demolished
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| Hold the liquor, make it silence, pray into me like the altar
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| Life is off the loss and coughing I’m just here to make my offer
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| Crystal sniffing, bitches tripping, luxury and gang members
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| Wanna be like Boyz N Hood, affiliated by my brothers
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| Worship higher powers, smokes inpolished, drinking from the chalice
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| So they say it’s his blood be like he was a Jesús
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| I’m holy, horrors making eye contact
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| Surviving the thrones, stones at yo front door, bang it though
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| When a nigga get dough, promise I pay you back mo'
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| You always had my back and I thank you for that
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| Wanna call you late, but I’m busy filling plates
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| Kids gotta eat and mommas gon' cry, that bread been straight, we shaking dank
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| Baby I’ma save you one day, from this hell hole and gunplay
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| Grew up with cinco hasta las cinco
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| Went east side where rain poured and souls cried, no sunshine
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| Tomorrow when tears dry, no one’ll make it out alive
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| I just wanna make it God, can you hear me fine, here been deaf, feeling blind,
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| all I see is sacrifice (overtime)
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| Show no remorse when you die, until then
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| Wash my sins with time, make yo bed (lay on the line)
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| Looking at headlines, it’s all alive on who are you and I to decide,
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| just tryna get by
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| And that’s pure like virgin blood mixed with 1−51 one sip
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| Make a nigga flip, I ain’t tripping off shit
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| That happened yesterday, cause I just wanna rest today in pure luxury
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| All my life I wanted luxury
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| A roof over to sleep
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| Family, that’s luxury
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| All I ever hung around was G’s
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| Breaking bread with the homies, that’s luxury
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| Something like virgin blood that’s pure and she screaming out «Its yours»
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| All I ever wanted was luxury
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| Now all I got is luxury, come fuck with me
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| 20 bandana, cross my fingers when in danger
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| I protect you perfect stranger, put that body on a hanger
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| Her man’s in Herman, don’t need a fucking filla
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| Hold my hand, your halo’s fading, pesos and Pinot Grigio
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| Bless the newborns, my comrades they die for me
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| It’s not the game, you just a casualty
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| War ruins who after me
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| Surviving, could have been a tragedy
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| Ninth grade, in a driver seat
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| Skipping class, no time to speak
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| Truth be told this honesty
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| Poker face and poke her highness next to me
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| I’m soaking royal altercationally
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| Not complacent, want the cake and cream
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| Settle in, you just another loyal fee
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| I don’t smoke that reggie seed, high at the presidential suite
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| And I ain’t at the legion seat nigga, overseas
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| With Sheikhs that’s royalty nigga
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| You can bet that, my tux black
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| My bitch black and I’m backing out
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| That ghost black, black MX
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| Ain’t gotta say shit, on the favor
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| All my life I wanted luxury
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| A roof over to sleep
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| Family, that’s luxury
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| All I ever hung around was g’s
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| Breaking bread with the homies, that’s luxury
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| Something like virgin blood that’s pure and she screaming out «its yours»
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| All I ever wanted was luxury
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| Now all I got is luxury, come fuck with me
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| When it all started a couple of months ago
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| I found that all of my friends were doing it
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| And I didn’t want to feel left out
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| So, I went out and got one, and it’s true what they say
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| «You'll never forget the first time»
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| When I put that big face Rollie,
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| It felt like pure luxury |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pure Luxury, artist - Tyga. Album song The Gold Album: 18th Dynasty, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп