Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pure Columbia , by - Young Money. Release date: 06.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pure Columbia |
| I can’t trust these niggas, throw some water on 'em, |
| They tell me «Go to Hell,» Okay I know the owner |
| Strip clubs gettin old all the strippers hoein' |
| All these bitches think they dimes, watch me flip a coin |
| Thank You Jesus, My dogs is off the leashes |
| Had to leave my spanish bitch 'cuz she was startin' to get suspicious |
| Tell The Beef I mean business, suit and tie nigga |
| You and all your dogs can get euthanize nigga |
| Trigger happy nigga, I just can’t stop smiling |
| Thank God I’m fly, I had to thank my pilot |
| You think you’re calling shots, you got the wrong numberI love Benjamin |
| Franklin more than his own mother |
| Throw that pussy, throw that pussy |
| And I don’t want no throw back pussy, man fuck these pussy- |
| Ass niggas, I lay back and ash Swishers |
| My new shoes is ass-kickers, she drink cum like she had hiccups |
| Rest In Peace to my last victim |
| We be passing blunts, they be passing judgement |
| 5 blunts of that strong, call that strength in numbers |
| AK’s with Chiquitas, you shell-shocked like Adidas |
| Whoever find your body, finders keepers, yeah |
| It’s that pure Colombia |
| 'Cause soon as the bitch tasted it her tongue was numb |
| It’s loaded, so I just let her jump the gun |
| It’s that Dedication 5 and another one, I love it! |
| Tunechi |
| Yeah, free Scooter, I’m outchea |
| Let’s get it |
| I done lost a couple hoes but I’m still a pimp |
| This change of face on my Rollie, shout out Lil Kim |
| Park my cars in front my house like I ain’t got no garage |
| Just looking for a bitch to stay down like I’m throwing knives |
| Mac so paid we 'bout to start calling him Macintosh |
| I really beat that pussy up them niggas shadow box |
| These niggas sending threats, I’mma start sending hits |
| Bring me his head, so I can make sure its him |
| It’s lonely at the top, it’s lonely at the top |
| I think I’m 'bout to jump, niggas phony as a prop |
| Ain’t nothing on me but this chop, turn you, your homies into slop |
| Put your brains all over the window, people passing window shop |
| Like ugh, this that pure Columbia |
| It’s just us, fuck the rest we got insomnia |
| Most likely I done fucked that bitch that’s laying under ya |
| She said she trying to see me, bitch that’s Stevie Wonderful |
| You better, mind your business, hitman with a hit list |
| YMCMB, the world is ours, seconds minutes |
| I’m a movie motherfucker, camera man, are you getting this? |
| Burning blunts like bridges, turn up, missing |
| Ahhhhh |
| We out here with that clean work, these niggas selling remix we got clean work |
| Kill everybody ya’ll gone need a limousine hearse |
| You see I’m armed like a fucking short sleeve shirt! |
| D5, what up five? |
| Yeah |