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trippie redd & g herbo - pure lyrics

[intro: trippie redd]
(the manager)
(dj on the beat, so it’s a banger)
yeah

[chorus: trippie redd]
you dirty, lil’ b+tch, and i’m pure (pure)
the president, b+tch, like i’m buren (yeah)
at the residency for sure (yes)
and your face could be on a shirt (okay)
i was just high off this earth (earth)
can’t remember a thing, it’s all a blur (yes)
these n+ggas cappin’, these n+ggas perpin’
man, we ’bout the action, lil’ b+tch, like i’m perkins (b+tch)
i’m ’bout to double the cup of the muddiest (muddiest)
fly to dubai, i’m in a cullinan (cullinan)
i ain’t give a f+ck ’bout nothin’ when that money hit (money hit)
you had the ball, the bag, you fumbled it (you fumbled it)
when i get the bag, i keep all the money hid
he make me laugh, lil’ n+gga a funny kid (yeah)
i been trappin’ since a f+ckin’ kid (f+ckin’ kid)
trip’ got it, b+tch, i’m the kid that did (did, yeah)
[verse 1: trippie redd]
how you want smoke, but that sh+t mid?
you a p+ssy boy, probably turnt pig (pig)
n+ggas cappin’ like a motherf+ckin’ lid (ha)
pour a eight of wock’, vampire squid (yeah)
pullin’ up like sid the science kid
b+tch, it’s t+r+triple+six
down in the o, i was hittin’ l!cks
known to keep chops, i’m a demon kid (bah)
i know the trick, boy, you’re fakin’
that’s why you never gon’ make it (nah)
these n+ggas always hatin’ (huh)
that’s why you never gon’ make it (nah)
p+ssy ain’t countin’ no bacon (bacon)
that’s ’cause he always hatin’ (yeah)
pull up, big body, i’m on (hey)
f+ck whoever hatin’ (hatin’)

[chorus: trippie redd]
you dirty, lil’ b+tch, and i’m pure (pure)
the president, b+tch, like i’m buren (yeah)
at the residency for sure (yes)
and your face could be on a shirt (okay)
i was just high off this earth (earth)
can’t remember a thing, it’s all a blur (yes)
these n+ggas cappin’, these n+ggas perpin’
man, we ’bout the action, lil’ b+tch, like i’m perkins (b+tch)
i’m ’bout to double the cup of the muddiest (muddiest)
fly to dubai, i’m in a cullinan (cullinan)
i ain’t give a f+ck ’bout nothin’ when that money hit (money hit)
you had the ball, the bag, you fumbled it (you fumbled it)
when i get the bag, i keep all the money hid
he make me laugh, lil’ n+gga a funny kid (yeah)
i been trappin’ since a f+ckin’ kid (f+ckin’ kid)
trip’ got it, b+tch, i’m the kid that did
[verse 2: g herbo]
i’m a real n+gga, my mother did it
wake up, hop in that cullinan
wake up, hop in the cadillac (f+ck it)
then i hop in another bent’
then i hop in another lamb’
then i hop in another benz
then i hop in with two twins
f+ck it, gotta pull up with my twin
when i wake up, hit the mall
f+ck it, that’s another ten to spend
f+ck it, run up a ten with twin
f+ck it, run up, get revenge (ayy)
i been ballin’ like i’m spalding
i been ballin’ off the hinges
glock gon’ call every time i call it
i been feelin’ like an engine (know that)
i’m so ready, i’ma pull up, shoot right off the bench
they want me to be on some twitter sh+t, i ain’t even mention it
they want me to be on some twitter sh+t, i could run up milli’s quick
i be feelin’ like f+ck that twitter sh+t, we hop out k!llin’ sh+t

- trippie redd g herbo lyrics

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