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(IanoBeatz) (Mayyzo) (Loesoe going crazy) Everything pure 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 bitch 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 your ho 'round me, lil' homie She kiss on my neck, YSL cologne These niggas be cap 'bout they sales, Columbus I just pulled up in a Hellcat at the dungeon Yellow diamond pinky ring like a Funyun Yes, I can make your shit 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 Letras de cancionesYou pussy lil’ niggas 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 Niggas talking beef, we gon' pull up like we hunting Got the Noah’s Ark AP on, I'm flooded Niggas not even ready for this discussion She gon' give me head 'til I get a concussion Baby on my motherfuckin' skin like lotion Pop a Percocet now I'm movin' 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 bitch 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 pass, only puff-puff I just gon' blow gas, that's yes-yes Everything pure 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 bitch 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 your ho 'round me, lil' homie She kiss on my neck, YSL cologne These niggas be cap 'bout they sales, Columbus From Letras Mania