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Artist: Yo Gotti f/ Gucci Mane, Young Cash
Album:  Pure Cocaine (S)
Song:   Pure Cocaine
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

[Chorus: x2]
Pure cocaine, pure cocaine [x2]
All I ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine

[Yo Gotti]
Remember me coca'ina you like my best friend
When I was down and fucked up you got my ass in
Far as I remember my nigga my life is full of pain
I posted up in the snow I stood out in the rain
I laid that white on the table I watch em catch a drain
I knew right then right there that I would never live the same
I'm like a bird myself nigga wrap me up and move me
I got a stamp in the middle the whole hood approve me
But you can't break me down (down) you gotta sell me whole (whole)
It's a drought on real niggas you already know
I'm that ether nigga that fish scale
You that oil base homie you don't cook well
I'm yo gotti the king and I got that young cash
New money in a muthafuckin dufflebag
All hundreds in a sour creme ruffles bag
Young money bitch I keep a couple hundred stashed

[Chorus x2]

[Gucci Mane]
Coca'ina heavily cooking dope excessively
Heavy risk activity my god given ability
Hid the bricks in the 6 wait 'til they get low to?
Shawtys start a lotta problems let her start it off with bricks
Gucci mane the dope boy point me where the jays at
Heres a 50 slab watch my'74 to payday
Shawty want some hardball baby want some powder
I'm so high I see stone mountain
Gucci got da birds I ain't talkin bout da falcons
Gucci slangin birds also known as a dragon
Hundred pounds of midgrade stash that in my magnum
Roll it to the country then them country boys I tax them
Gucci mane bastard cook dat dope faster
Make that dope stretch like a 80 inch plasma
Coke skank dope skank smokin on my airplane
80 in the air man bricks over here mane

[Young Cash]
Yeah, I never thought I would be ridin dirty on I-10 just reup and flip again
Rent a car from enterprise license proof of insurance
Speed limit 65 so I'm goin 62
Both hands on the steering wheel drivin like a old lady do
Crackers pull me over they ain't got shit gotta let me dip
Purple haze is all I smoke but she couldn't make it on this trip
Usaully keep a pistol too one in the chamber clip full
Not today on I-10 it's nothing but me and redbull
Collared shirt brown slacks lookin like a business man
Bible on the passenger side yeah I'm a christian man
Yeah I pray to god let me get these bricks back lord
Please don't let these crackers try to search this lil ol' honda accord
Shit I'm wide awake, I ain't sleepy so I ain't gon swerve
Told you I like to trap it when it rain I call em thunderbirds
I'm the only one touch the work so I know it's all good
Cause I don't move nothing but, nothin but, nothin but