2 Pure Lyrics

Dope too pure this some raw dog

I make racks off of cut (racks)

Yea I might fuck, but can't raw dog

She make racks off ha butt (nasty)

Pick yo pocket like Chris Paul

I hope he don't buck

Cause if he buck

He gone be in a ambulance truck!

You made that bed, you got to lay

That's why your mans tucked (he dead)

Lil bitch a groupie choosing

I might let a fan fuck (uh)

We riding around with like 6 50s

Nigga this ain't Lucci

Not the cars, but them extensions

Impatient to use it!

Better know this shit gone cost

You want this shit for cheap (yeah)

Pretty boy, I like to floss

When shit be in my teeth (uh)

My dick was all in your bitch jaw

She kissed you on your cheek (nasty)

I drew a line for them to cross

Since they thank that I'm weak! (yea yea yea)

Kant wait for niggers to drop their nuts (yea yea)

Man this shit crazy

He say he can't wait to spray me

But the first to run (what)

G-Lock on me now, Yea that's my baby

Like I birth a gun!

Naggin ass bitch want to be down

Better go to work or something (bye)

I might do a hit Drive out of town

And pop a perk or something

I just downed a whole pint

Man I think I need a nurse or something

Trash bag of za you know it stank

It made the roaches come

Dope too pure this some raw dog

I make racks off of cut (too pure)

Yea I might fuck, but can't raw dog

She make racks off ha butt (unt unn)

Pick yo pocket like Chris Paul

I hope he don't buck

Cause if he buck

He gone be in a ambulance truck!

Dope too pure this some raw dog

I make racks off of cut

Yea I might fuck, but can't raw dog

She make racks off ha butt (nope)

Pick yo pocket like Chris Paul

I hope he don't buck

Cause if he buck

He gone be in a ambulance truck!