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[b] rogers - pure imagination lyrics

[intro]
yea
yo
welcome to my world of, pure imagination

[w-lly wonka]
ladies and gentleman, boys and girls
chocolate

[verse 1: [b] rogers]
i said i be goin’ wonka
i could take the whole factory
actually, then i guess i’m charlie bucket
f-ck it
make it chocolate rain on them b-tches when i bump and
they ain’t gotta back it up to dump it
righhtttt
dip it low, then bring it up slow yeah
millian got um on the floor
and if you do not get, then i will never slow and
i will not explain, that’s why you got a grandpa joe so
come with me if you really want to see a little world of pure imagination
yeah, go ahead and taste it
i get chocolate wasted in my world with no exaggeration, i’m basin’
out with that 808 kick
make you feel it in ya hips
let me see a little dip
then stop it at the tip
and shake a little bit
i could play you like a station, face it

[hook: [b] rogers]
i’mma run it till i get back to the crib with a little golden ticket in my fist
i’mma run it till i get back to the crib with a little golden ticket in my
x2

[verse 2: [b] rogers]
hold up
i’m back motherf-ckers, relax
have a snack and a coffee, two equal
an… i could take a pause, i don’t even need to breath see
adding raw sugar to my prequal
rigghhttt
charlie bucket, i don’t ever stir ruckus and
when it comes to soda i’m above it
i’mma take the boat, b-tch you can take the oven
and i got a grandpa joe makin’ sure i ain’t redundant
right, you can
come with me please not t.v. keepin’ mike’s if its consolation
of course
i don’t need a teleporter, i just need a porsche in my world without any destination
i’m sayin’
words that provoke a little though, yeah
leave um’ fellin’ lost if the meanings never caught
and it never had a cost, like
no, it can’t be bought
i’mma leave um askin’ “what?”
with my pure imagination, and this
isn’t for the kids who don’t ever like to think
all the stupid m-th-rf-ckers in the bas-m-nt
they just like it for the beat, cause it’s w-lly wonka sweet
get a job and a f-ckin’ education

[hook: [b] rogers]
i’mma run it till i get back to the crib with a little golden ticket in my fist
i’mma run it till i get back to the crib with a little golden ticket in my
x2

[outro: w-lly wonka]
living there
you’ll be free
if you truly
wish to me

- b rogers lyrics

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