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She wanna party but she don't smoke
She wanna party but she don't smoke
Still tryna quit though, black seat through pick-a-boo dress
Got a new number, every week a new x
And a triple x in the pit
Yeah, she get it from the homie for the low
Thought had the best body back in the high school
Probably 'cause I modeled, shit
Call a cab, paid the tab but she laughs
See, she rolls dolla-dolla bills from the back

Baby, she's so PURE
Just gimme, just gimme, just gimme that rush
Just gimme, just gimme, just gimme that rush
Get a piece of that, PURE
Boom, boom boom, two boom two
Boom, boom boom, two boom two
Gotta re-up, gotta re-up

The snow patrols on the prowl for the bow
Heard the bizz to blow up here, here
Here's a tissue for your fun
Stumbled over the swag and she staggered over the john
Prada her clothes, Prada her dues, powder her none, polished her toes
Then powder her nose again
Yeah, she crazy, couldn't decide on the future so based her life on maybes
Mostly maybes, can't be too sure, whatever lies is a surprise in store


Oh, she's so PURE completely PURE, totally PURE
Just gimme, just gimme, just gimme that rush
Just gimme, just gimme, just gimme that rush
Get a piece of that, PURE
Pure, pure, pure

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