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letra de pulling up - babyfxce e

[intro]
ayy (big drice on the beat, yeah)
ayy, do it again, what that n-gga say?
ayy, turn me the f-ck up
yeah
yeah, n-gga
ayy, here, go put it all into a striker and pull that b-tch up (pull it up, b-tch)
n-ggas think i’m fully somethin’, like i won’t come drop a hundred on they ass
send the lo’, we finna pull up right now, like right now
yeah
what the f-ck, y’all n-ggas scared or somethin’?
if he send the lo’, then we pullin’ up (we pullin’ the f-ck up, n-gga)
alright
[verse]
if they send the lo’, then we pullin’ up (skrrt)
ain’t n0body outside because we put ’em up
we put all our guns together, it’s like twenty-some
she suck d-ck and she loyal, i think she wonder woman
my young b-tch never seen no pape’, i let her hold my money
catch him out and press his ass like he owe me somethin’
he think he tough ’cause he ridin’ with that blower on him
everybody got a gun, n-gga, you gotta show me somethin’
if we pull up on your block, it’s gettin’ fl!cked on
ski mask in my mama car, that sh-t fishbowl
sneakin’ b-tches in the crib, i told ’em tiptoe
this big drac’ could put you on your ass it’s like the big show
y’all n-ggas weird, man, y’all really still shootin’ up houses
man, just catch ’em out in traffic or a family outing
and if i ain’t on the road, then i’m out here robbin’
n-gga, drop your lo’ and i’ma show you that i’m really ’bout it
show you that i’m really ’bout it, n-gga, y’all can’t f-ck with us
my chop doin’ the touchin’, ain’t n0body out here touchin’ us
if you pull up in that lil’ scat pack, then we gon’ f-ck it up
everybody got a drum in they sh-t, so it’s a hundred-plus
bought another striker from the d, i’m finna slide on ’em
he think we throwin’ hands in the party, i got my fire on me
upped the 40 on his ass ’cause a n-gga tryna get live with me
and if i ain’t got my 40, then you know i got my 9 on me
n-gga, it ain’t sh-t to talk about
we let the chops do all the talkin’, it ain’t no talkin’ out
don’t even gotta go into the party, we catch him walkin’ out
the n-gga tried to run like this track and then we hawked him down
talkin’ about the trackhawk, you lil’ n-ggas just act soft
you let him off the hook, if that was me, i would’ve fapped dog
my n-gga tee trippin’ out ot, he gettin’ jacks off
man, i knew your ass since a lil’ kid, so don’t act raw
she shakin’ ass, her friends hypin’ her up, she catchin’ every beaet
if them n-ggas in a group, i gotta switch, i’m catchin’ every beef
if i f-cked her, don’t be mad, that just let you know she for the streets
i’m laid up, my n-gga just called me like, “ayy, i just a caught a d”
everybody gun wet from f-ckin’ up the east
ayy, i know you tried your best, but you just can’t f-ck with me
since he really actin’ tough, then put him on a tee
stop askin’ for a verse, ’cause, n-gga, i ain’t doin’ sh-t for free
[outro]
it’s with an x, n-gga (ayo, drice)
(run that sh-t back)
fxce

- babyfxce e

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