UnoTheActivist – Pure Lyrics
Pure Lyrics by UnoTheActivist
(Mayyzo)
(Loesoe going crazy)
I got the purest diamonds out the floor
I gotta count it twice just to be sure
Can’t trust nobody, can never be sure
I hustle every day, don’t wanna be poor
Repent every day just so I can stay pure
My b!tch is the purest, a purebred for sure
Pure drip on my body, Comme des Garçons
My heart is so pure, I stay rackin’ in money
I’m tryna be pure but this world is so phony
I told you don’t let that ho ’round me, lil’ homie
She k!$$ on my neck, YSL cologne
These niqqas be cap ’bout they sales, Columbus
Yellow diamond pinky ring like a Funyun
Yes, I can make your sh!t tear, no onions
Pulled in the night bet it spend some ’bout money
I tried the Benz but the Rolls Royce goin’ dummy
This Prada jacket had you proud for nothin’
She hop in my bed, and we went beyond
I’m proud of her head, she proud of my money
You pu$$y lil’ niqqas get drilled, no army
What’s in my cup? Same color as Barney
Matter fact, I need the plug or the pharmacy
My ho gon’ hop out that closet, no Narnia
Guess that she bi, I guess it’s the money
Got blue like the skies, ain’t talking ’bout hundreds
Niqqas talking beef, we gon’ pull up like we hunting
Got the Noah’s Ark AP on, I’m flooded
Niqqas not even ready for this discussion
She gon’ give me head ’til I get a concussion
Baby on my motherfvckin’ skin like lotion
Pop Percocet now I move slow motion
Everything I do is real golden
All these hoes know that I’m chosen
Know I am the wave, no ocean
Got my ex b-tch trying to get a token
Tryna call me every time, boy, you broken
Got big racks on me, yeah, stuffed crust
Yeah, I don’t even pa$$, only puff-puff
I just gon’ blow gas, that’s yes-yes
I got the purest diamonds out the floor
I gotta count it twice just to be sure
Can’t trust nobody, can never be sure
I hustle every day, don’t wanna be poor
Repent every day just so I can stay pure
My B!tch is the purest, a purebred for sure
Pure drip on my body, Comme des Garçons
My heart is so pure, I stay rackin’ in money
I’m tryna be pure but this world is so phony
I told you don’t leave that ho ’round me, lil’ homie
She k!$$ on my neck, YSL cologne
These niqqas be cap ’bout they sales, Columbus