| Everything pure
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| I got the purest diamonds out the floor
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| I got to count it twice just to be sure
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| Can’t trust nobody, can never be sure
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| I hustle every day, don’t want to be poor
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| Repent every day just so I can stay pure
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| My bitch is the purest, a purebred for sure
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| Pure drip on my body, Comme des Garçons
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| My heart is so pure, I stay rackin' in money
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| I’m trying to be pure but this world is so phony
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| I told you, don’t leave your ho 'round me, lil' homie
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| She kiss on my neck, YSL cologne
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| These niggas be cap 'bout they sales, Columbus
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| I pulled up in a Hellcat at the dungeon
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| Yellow diamonds, pinky ring like a Funyun
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| Yes, I can make your shit tear, no onions
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| Pull out the knife, boy, they spitting balogna
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| I tried the Benz but the Rolls Royce goin' dummy
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| This Prada jacket have you proud for nothin'
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| She hopped in my bed, and we went beyond
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| I’m proud of her head, she proud of our money
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| You pussy lil' niggas get drilled, no army
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| What’s in my cup same color as Barney
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| Matter of fact, I need the plug out the pharmacy
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| My ho gon' hop out that closet, no Narnia
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| Guess that she bi, I guess it’s the money
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| Got blues like the skies, ain’t talking 'bout hundreds
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| Niggas talking beef, we gon' pull up like hunting
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| Got the Noah’s Ark AP on, I’m flooded
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| Niggas not even ready for this discussion
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| She gon' give me head 'til I get a concussion
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| Baby on my motherfuckin' skin like lotion
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| Pop a Percocet, now I move slow motion
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| Everything I do is real golden
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| All these hoes know that I’m chosen
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| Know I am the wave, no ocean
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| Got my ex bitch trying to get a token
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| Trying to call me every time her boy broken
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| Got big racks on me, yeah, stuffed crust
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| Yeah, I don’t even pass, I only puff-puff
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| I’m just gon' blow gas, that’s yes-yes
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| Everything pure
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| I got the purest diamonds out the floor
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| I got to count it twice just to be sure
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| Can’t trust nobody, can never be sure
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| I hustle every day, don’t want to be poor
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| Repent every day just so I can stay pure
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| My bitch is the purest, a purebred for sure
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| Pure drip on my body, Comme des Garçons
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| My heart is so pure, I stay rackin' in money
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| I’m trying to be pure but this world is so phony
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| I told you, don’t leave your ho 'round me, lil' homie
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| She kiss on my neck, YSL cologne
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| These niggas be cap 'bout they sales, Columbus |