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"Pure" is a track by D-Block Europe, from the album The Blue Print – Us Vs. Them, released 8th October 2020. The track is 3:35 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about D-Block Europe.
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(KookUp, what's up?) (Turn me up, Zento) I seen my first memories on them bando floors We get the trap, wee, wee, yeah, check the score I got the Range Rover, somethin' black with the mash, do you get it? She want some VVS', check her hand, that's her plan, do you get it? I swear to God, that's my darling and I pay the tab, black debit Operation five G-packs in the back, they gon' say I got the molly and edibles broad day, turn a boy to a vegetable Can't get to the US, all my cases are federal, they impeccable I'm whippin' up crack you to storm and most of these niggas 'round, they pay Like a Krispy Kreme, so clean, whippin' up crack, got the glaze I got some pain in my heart and I swear to God, you could tell by my face Yeah, niggas hate me and LB, we was active, hittin' niggas broad day When this shit rains, it pours, I can tell that you niggas weren't poor I got a famous bitch, so what? Make her on the floor Ten to 0, check the score New car, come ball See the nigga GG ain't pure LB, that's for sure Amiri jeans and I'm angry I've been with Chromes from a day Hi-Tech or lemonade Argue with bro, see their grave Killer, killer, shoot him with the blick that put him down the curb Gucci, blueprint, hit you, fuckin' stupid Are you 'bout to die 'bout your word? And I'm with Chromes, that nigga a cat I got some flake, came from a Turk This bitch is the shit, so I call her a turd This nigga ain't never killed no-one, I call him a nerd Pull up, see the curb Porsche Jeep, say the word When this shit rains, it pours, I can tell that you niggas weren't poor I got a famous bitch, so what? Make her on the floor Ten to 0, check the score New car, come ball I'm in a Range, black on black You see the flash on the tar (Flash on the tar) From the stage straight to the trap They know I was destined to win The AP is wet like a tap 60 the ride These niggas, they're wishin' for days My nigga, he fresh from a ride And that ain't no cap I heard that your killers, they miss To niggas, I move antisocial (uh-huh) Got that bitch through the Social And I still feel the pain that I go through We ain't the same, bro, I told you I guess the money gon' clean, so I'm sorta good I ain't gotta trap but I thought I should Now I feed all the bros like I thought I would Bro passed the exam when he learned to cook I've been buyin' these clothes and that's devilish I got a hoe that wants everything Bro got a box and he pebble it He comin' up just like me, and it's evident (it's evident) The trap spot is evident (evident) I love this hoe and she Heaven sent (Heaven sent) I been missin' my bro but when he come home He gonna be back like he never left (he never left) It's ten nil to us, we won again, they wanna get equal (equal) My killers the most, they pull up in cars, they scheme on your people (people) I can't change for the fame, bro, I know you (I know you) My life is insane, I stay the same and I still show love like I'm supposed to
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