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Amigo Publishing - Pure Lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(The melody)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
You dirty, lil' bitch, and I'm pure (Pure)
The president, bitch, 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 niggas cappin', these niggas perpin'
Man, we 'bout the action, lil' bitch, like I'm Perkins (Bitch)
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 fuck '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' nigga a funny kid (Yeah)
I been trappin' since a fuckin' kid (Fuckin' kid)
Trip' got it, bitch, I'm the kid that did (Did, yeah)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
How you want smoke, but that shit mid?
You a pussy boy, probably turnt pig (Pig)
Niggas cappin' like a motherfuckin' lid (Ha)
Pour a eight of Wock', vampire squid (Yeah)
Pullin' up like Sid the Science Kid
Bitch, it's T-R-triple-six
Down in the O, I was hittin' licks
Known to keep chops, I'm a demon kid (Bah)
I know the truth, boy, you're fakin'
That's why you never gon' make it (Nah)
These niggas always hatin' (Huh)
That's why you never gon' make it (Nah)
Pussy ain't countin' no bacon (Bacon)
That's 'cause he always hatin' (Yeah)
Pull up, big body, I'm on (Hey)
Fuck whoever hatin' (Hatin', nah)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
You dirty, lil' bitch, and I'm pure (Pure)
The president, bitch, 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 niggas cappin', these niggas perpin'
Man, we 'bout the action, lil' bitch, like I'm Perkins (Bitch)
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 fuck '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' nigga a funny kid (Yeah)
I been trappin' since a fuckin' kid (Fuckin' kid)
Trip' got it, bitch, I'm the kid that did

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
I'm a real nigga, my mother did it
Wake up, hop in that Cullinan
Wake up, hop in the Cadillac (Fuck 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
Fuck it, gotta pull up with my twin
When I wake up, hit the mall
Fuck it, that's another ten to spend
Fuck it, run up a ten with twin
Fuck 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 shit, I ain't even mention it
They want me to be on some Twitter shit, I could run up milli's quick
I be feelin' like fuck that Twitter shit, we hop out killin' shit
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
You dirty, lil' bitch, and I'm pure (Pure)
The president, bitch, 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 niggas cappin', these niggas perpin'
Man, we 'bout the action, lil' bitch, like I'm Perkins (Bitch)
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 fuck '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' nigga a funny kid (Yeah)
I been trappin' since a fuckin' kid (Fuckin' kid)
Trip' got it, bitch, I'm the kid that did