Mozzy - Pure In The Pack (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Mozzy - Pure In The Pack (en) Lyrics
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I wanted a million and got me
a million, as simple as that
Fuck is you doin', we sendin'
it back, no pure in the pack
Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it
back, no pure in the pack, nah
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 HellGang
'til they moke me
Bandica and these Dolces, that mean
I'm loafed up in this bitch
We throw the fours up in this bitch
I never froze up with that stick, yeah
Paperwork hit the folk yard, you
get poked up in that bitch
They puttin' high demands
in the soda pop, niggas poured
up in that bitch
I be like so what if he switch, that
nigga hoed up on that trip
I be like so what if he switch, that
nigga hoed up on that trip, yeah
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 nigga Sauce died and
you know I cried 'bout it
He was a real one, livin' through
me so that nigga 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 niggas real ones
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 killer's release,
pray for the nigga 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 shit in the East, they
do they shit in the North
Niggas'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
nigga, that's how you
put on for fourth, ayy
I wanted a million and got me a million,
as simple as that nigga
As simple as that nigga
Fuck is you doin', we sendin' it
back, no pure in the pack nigga
Yeah, no pure in the pack nigga
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