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