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LYRICFLUENTPure Water Lyrics by Mustard, Migos
Below, you will find the lyrics for Pure Water by Mustard.
Y'all already know who I am? Right?
Let's go
No Master P
Ten bad bitches and they after me
One bad bitch look like a masterpiece
Lookin' for a dunk, like a athlete
Big drip, what you call it?
Ice chain, pure water
You got the cash, but can't afford 'em
You got the bag, but can't afford 'em
Give me the beat, I ride it like a jetski
So many bad bitches they harassin' me
They like me 'cause I rap and be with the athletes
Stop askin' me I know they mad at me
Hop in the coupe, then I slide like it's Vaseline
West coast 6-4 jump like a trampoline
Take a brick out, put it on a triple beam
I'm not from Canada, but I see a lot of tings
Dismantle her, I know how to handle her
Light the candle up, make you put a banner up
Toss a 50 up, make 'em tear the club up
Took your bitch out the game, I had to sub her
No Master P
Ten bad bitches and they after me
One bad bitch look like a masterpiece
Lookin' for a dunk, like a athlete
Big drip, what you call it?
Ice chain, pure water
You got the cash, but can't afford 'em
You got the bag but can't afford 'em
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Pimpin' ain't easy, make her open up and eat it
Stars in the ceilin' and my seats, they Tempur-Pedic
I see them niggas watchin' and they plottin', tryna sneak me
I can't hit a thot, can't trust a thot, they tellin' secrets
Big bank take lil' bank, lil' nigga
Catch him down bad, that nigga cry a whole river
Nawf on my back, I'm takin' care of the whole village
Somebody got shot, what you talkin' 'bout, Willis?
In the lobby with a brick, I'm Ricky Bobby with your bitch
I go Lawrence with the fit, in the 'Rari with no tint
I'm from the trench, I got the dirty money rinsed
You was poppin' so I popped and prayed to God, repent
No Master P
Ten bad bitches and they after me
One bad bitch look like a masterpiece
Lookin' for a dunk, like a athlete
Big drip, what you call it?
Ice chain, pure water
You got the cash, but can't afford 'em
You got the bag but can't afford 'em
T-takeoff, no limit to the money
I picked the gang up, took a flight across the country
I tipped the waitress, told her, 'Keep the ones comin''
Hit the store to get some Backwoods and left the Wraith runnin', fuck it
Lookin' like they plottin', but we already on it
In the lab with Celine like that bag that she wanted
A lot of tings, ass bustin' out them jeans, make you want it
Make you wanna spend a 50, hit the scene with her, don't it?
Whole team full of queens, gotta keep their eyes on me
It's a snake in disguise, probably wanna slide on me
I bet they ride on 'em when I put that prize on 'em
Ten bad bitches, bro Quavo got five of 'em
No Master P
Ten bad bitches and they after me
One bad bitch look like a masterpiece
Lookin' for a dunk, like a athlete
Big drip, what you call it?
Ice chain, pure water
You got the cash, but can't afford 'em
You got the bag but can't afford 'em
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Goodnight
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