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Lil Baby
Pure Cocaine

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When your wrist like this, you don't check the forecast, every day it's gon' rain Yeah, made a brick do a brick game Whip up shit, this pure cocaine Yeah, from the streets, but I got a lil' sense But I had to go cook no brain, cook no brain I ain't worried bout you, I'ma do what I do, and I do my thing, my thing Bought a brand new shoe, told her, kick rocks, don't stand too close Diamonds, kick box, they ain't red, mean gold, so I don't stop I know they wish they can catch me, but keep wishin' you Think I done turned into a fiend for these bitches Tryna stuff as much as I can in these bitches Made your bitch fuck on my man, there's no difference I ain't never popped no Xan, I sip Scissor If I ever have to turn on the gang, I won't do it But if I put it on a song, I send it to Bento I can't put it in my song, I know how the feds go Scream free out of the house, but I ain't no fam gon' Gave my momma ten bands, sent her to Cancun Got the crowd goin' dumb, but I ain't no damn fool If I went in there and did it, then maybe you can too We done came a long way from broke and shine shoes When you wrist like this, you don't check the forecast Every day it's gon' rain, yeah Made a brick do a brick gang, whip up shit, this pure cocaine, yeah From the streets, but I got a lil' sis But I had to go cook no brain, cook no brain I ain't worried bout you, I'ma do what I do, and I do my thing, my thing When you wrist like this, you don't check the forecast Every day it's gon' rain, yeah Made a brick do a brick gang, whip up shit, this pure cocaine, yeah From the streets, but I got a lil' sis But I had to go cook no brain, cook no brain I ain't worried bout you, I'ma do what I do, and I do my thing, do my thing Got a quarter million dollars in a boot bag New era, I'm a dope boy, no cap I'm livin' my best life for real, just left the dealership, no tax If we opposite, it won't work, it won't last Be the opposite, knocked off, toe tap I ain't been home in a month, got my hoe mad They need me in the trap, but I can't go back I gon' draw the plug with a hundred dollar slab I got M's in the bank, give a damn what they think Everybody ever shot my shot, they call it Everything you ever see me rhyme, they ain't bought it Big dawg status, I ain't gotta sell drugs Put my craft in the rap, then I took off, yeah New G-Wagon, no keys, it's a push start I can hit the gas, make it disappear When you rich like this, you don't check the forecast Every day it's gon' rain, yeah Made a brick do a brick gang, whip up shit, this pure cocaine, yeah From the streets, but I got a lil' sis But I had to go cook no brain, cook no brain I ain't worried bout you, I'ma do what I do, and I do my thing, do my thing When you rich like this, you don't check the forecast Every day it's gon' rain, yeah Made a brick do a brick gang, whip up shit, this pure cocaine, yeah From the streets, but I got a lil' sis But I had to go cook no brain, cook no brain I ain't worried bout you, I'ma do what I do, and I do my thing, do my thing
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