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Correct Pure Cocaine Lyrics
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[Chorus:] Pure cocaine, pure cocaine [x2] All I ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine [Chorus x2] [Yo gotti] 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 [Chorus x2] [Gucci Mane] 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 downtown, charleston, sc Shawtys start a lotta problems let her start it off wit 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 aint 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 [Young Cash] 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 aint 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 aint sleepy so I aint gon swerve Told you I like the traffic 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
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