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pure in the pack - mozzy lyrics

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[intro]
i wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that
f-ck is you doin’, we sendin’ it back, no pure in the pack
f-ck is you doin’, we sendin’ it back, no pure in the pack
i wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that
f-ck is you doin’, we sendin’ it back, no pure in the pack
f-ck is you doin’, we sendin’ it back, no pure in the pack, nah
f-ck is you doin’, we sendin’ it back, no pure in the pack

[verse 1]
eighty somethin’ on the rollie
i bought a chain for the lil whoadie
i bought a brick and poured the whole thing out
that one’s for the dead homies
red mob or it’s no mob, get a headshot from that forty
lil bruh and them turned rat, i was heartbroken when they told me
put the maserati on forgis, i hit the curb off of that dotty
we got the murder rate goin’ up gang, and it’s h-llgang ’til they moke me
bandica and these dolces, that mean i’m loafed up in this b-tch
we throw the fours up in this b-tch
i never froze up with that stick, yeah
paperwork hit the folk yard, you get poked up in that b-tch
they puttin’ high demands in the soda pop, n-ggas poured up in that b-tch
i be like so what if he switch, that n-gga hoed up on that trip
i be like so what if he switch, that n-gga hoed up on that trip, yeah

[chorus]
know i’m four finger bangin’ baby, i’ll die about it
you tell your partner ’bout any them homis and you gon’ do time ’bout it
my iller n-gga sauce died and you know i cried ’bout it
he was a real one, livin’ through me so that n-gga still one
i’m rockin’ the rollie that come with the pointers, this ain’t a steel one
i hopped in the game, put on the gang, them n-ggas real ones
i wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that
f-ck is you doin’, we sendin’ it back, no pure in the pack

[verse 2]
ayy i got a family to feed, i got a family to feed
i gotta keep blammy and things, you know that we still in the beef
pray for the k!ller’s release, pray for the n-gga deceased
i used to want a caprice, that’s when i dove in the streets
that’s when i ordered the cutie, i run up a half and flip me a p
they think it’s sweet in the city, but you can get flipped in a p
they do they sh-t in the east, they do they sh-t in the north
n-ggas’ll pull up in honda accords, hop out and body your porsche, yeah
they goin’ body for body for body and you need a wally for sure, ayy
they goin’ body for body for body and you need a wally for sure
it ain’t no more talkin’ no more, you gotta put up a score
that’s how you put on for fourth n-gga, that’s how you put on for fourth, ayy

[chorus]
know i’m four finger bangin’ baby, i’ll die about it
you tell your partner ’bout any them homis and you gon’ do time ’bout it
my iller n-gga sauce died and you know i cried ’bout it
he was a real one, livin’ through me so that n-gga still one
i’m rockin’ the rollie that come with the pointers, this ain’t a steel one
i hopped in the game, put on the gang, them n-ggas real ones
i wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that
f-ck is you doin’, we sendin’ it back, no pure in the pack

[outro]
i wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that
f-ck is you doin’, we sendin’ it back, no pure in the pack
f-ck is you doin’, we sendin’ it back, no pure in the pack
f-ck is you doin’, we sendin’ it back, no pure in the pack
i wanted a million and got me a million, as simple as that n-gga
as simple as that n-gga
f-ck is you doin’, we sendin’ it back, no pure in the pack n-gga
yeah, no pure in the pack n-gga

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