Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pure Cocaine, artist - Yo Gotti. Album song Cocaine Muzik, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Be Great
Song language: English
Pure Cocaine |
| Pure cocaine, pure cocaine |
| All I ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine |
| Remember me coca’ina you like my best friend, |
| When I was down and fucked up you got my ass in |
| Far as I remember my nigga my life is full of pain, |
| I posted up in the snow I stood out in the rain |
| I laid that white on the table I watch em catch a drain, |
| I knew right then right there that I would never live the same |
| I’m like a bird myself nigga wrap me up and move me, |
| I got a stamp in the middle the whole hood approve me |
| But you can’t break me down (down) you gotta sell me whole (whole), |
| It’s a drought on real niggas you already know |
| I’m that ether nigga that fish scale, |
| You that oil base homie you don’t cook well |
| I’m yo gotti the king and I got that young cash, |
| New money in a muthafuckin dufflebag |
| All hundreds in a sour creme ruffles bag, |
| Young money bitch I keep a couple hundred stashed |
| Coca’ina heavily cooking dope excessively, |
| Heavy risk activity my god given ability |
| Hid the bricks in the 6 wait 'til they get low to?, |
| Shawtys start a lotta problems let her start it off with bricks |
| Gucci mane the dope boy point me where the jays at, |
| Heres a 50 slab watch my'74 to payday |
| Shawty want some hardball baby want some powder, |
| I’m so high I see stone mountain |
| Gucci got da birds I ain’t talkin bout da falcons, |
| Gucci slangin birds also known as a dragon |
| Hundred pounds of midgrade stash that in my magnum, |
| Roll it to the country then them country boys I tax them |
| Gucci mane bastard cook dat dope faster, |
| Make that dope stretch like a 80 inch plasma |
| Coke skank dope skank smokin on my airplane, |
| 80 in the air man bricks over here mane |
| Yeah, I never thought I would be ridin dirty on I-10 just reup and flip again, |
| Rent a car from enterprise license proof of insurance |
| Speed limit 65 so I’m goin 62, |
| Both hands on the steering wheel drivin like a old lady do |
| Crackers pull me over they ain’t got shit gotta let me dip, |
| Purple haze is all I smoke but she couldn’t make it on this trip |
| Usaully keep a pistol too one in the chamber clip full, |
| Not today on I-10 it’s nothing but me and redbull |
| Collared shirt brown slacks lookin like a business man, |
| Bible on the passenger side yeah I’m a christian man |
| Yeah I pray to god let me get these bricks back lord, |
| Please don’t let these crackers try to search this lil ol' honda accord. |
| Shit I’m wide awake, I ain’t sleepy so I ain’t gon swerve |
| Told you I like to trap it when it rain I call em thunderbirds |
| I’m the only one touch the work so I know it’s all good, |
| Cause I don’t move nothing but, nothin but, nothin but |