Ysm Kooley - 2 Pure

Dope too pure this some raw dog
I make racks off of cut (racks)
Yea I might fuck, but can't raw dog
She make racks off ha butt (nasty)
Pick yo pocket like Chris Paul
I hope he don't buck
Cause if he buck
He gone be in a ambulance truck!
You made that bed, you got to lay
That's why your mans tucked (he dead)
Lil bitch a groupie choosing
I might let a fan fuck (uh)
We riding around with like 6 50s
Nigga this ain't Lucci
Not the cars, but them extensions
Impatient to use it!
Better know this shit gone cost
You want this shit for cheap (yeah)
Pretty boy, I like to floss
When shit be in my teeth (uh)
My dick was all in your bitch jaw
She kissed you on your cheek (nasty)
I drew a line for them to cross
Since they thank that I'm weak! (yea yea yea)
Kant wait for niggers to drop their nuts (yea yea)
Man this shit crazy
He say he can't wait to spray me
But the first to run (what)
G-Lock on me now, Yea that's my baby
Like I birth a gun!
Naggin ass bitch want to be down
Better go to work or something (bye)
I might do a hit Drive out of town
And pop a perk or something
I just downed a whole pint
Man I think I need a nurse or something
Trash bag of za you know it stank
It made the roaches come
Dope too pure this some raw dog
I make racks off of cut (too pure)
Yea I might fuck, but can't raw dog
She make racks off ha butt (unt unn)
Pick yo pocket like Chris Paul
I hope he don't buck
Cause if he buck
He gone be in a ambulance truck!
Dope too pure this some raw dog
I make racks off of cut
Yea I might fuck, but can't raw dog
She make racks off ha butt (nope)
Pick yo pocket like Chris Paul
I hope he don't buck
Cause if he buck
He gone be in a ambulance truck!

Written by:
Scyhuler Davis

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