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letra de pure black - pure flow

[intro]
yah
yah
yah

[chorus]
hop in take off, pure black paint bruh
dubs feeling like we playing og eight ball
you ain’t gonna stop us, we be getting all these gains bruh
you ain’t gonna stop us, we be hanging with the outlaw

[bridge]
what do they want?
what do they, what do they want?
what do they want?
what do they, what do they want?
what do they want?
what do they, what do they want?
what do they want?

[verse 1]
jumped in, got out, alex with that gun sound
escaping the building ‘fore we burn, like a choppa
if we still making these k’s, hold them up bruh
cause i still remember those days, hold them back bruh
what you see, it’s what you can’t, that’s the real plug
taking dubs from hiding trash, like a gun sh-ll
if i really tried to trap, i’d be a+
but you know i’m all about trap, i’m a pop star
she push it back like a foreign, it go ‘vrrr’, it’s ready to go
hitting these chicks for money but they wanna play tic-tac-toe
i know they was playing a game, stop the cap, it really ain’t so low
and when i said i was pop, that was the cap, i’m bangin’ fo’ bros b-tch
what did they want?
hunnas of dubs, money just straight from the plug
how did they trap?
millions of dollars, just to go crash on the road
now are they back?
wanted to buy up the whip that was one of the most
all black go skirt, worth it’s weight in gold, b-tch

[verse 2]
jump back into the wave and we gonna go skirt down the road
i wanna take this girl from out west but she be doing the most
maby i go solo, like my ex up on a pole
maby i sing “dolo” like i’m skirting down the road
gimme respect, gimme some neck, everybody wanna hop on a jet
fam is up next, trap and the blessed, making that money from all of ourselves
if you want me, come and find me, posted out by the corner by three
if you want me, shooters by me, question the kid and we’re shooting on three
shooting at me, and we’re shooting shots
i will not hear you when my big ass motor pops
ak47 sounds like we getting mobbed
but it’s just the sound of the v8 breaking out
break out, break out, lock my ass in the studio
get out, get out, finding me that booty call
trap out, trap out, in the camper we call it home
i know, i know, its just the studio

- pure flow

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