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letra de pull up - dirtyfanta

[intro]
uh-uh, yeah
mmh, that’s a choppa, uh
yeah
(fanta, you made this?)

[chorus]
pull up with this lambo, we gliding (uh-uh)
can’t wait to see all this fish i’m frying (uh-uh)
i broke your heart, why you lying (uh-uh)
don’t talk down on me, why you crying (uh-uh)
insert .22 rounds, now that n-gga dying (uh-uh)
i was 15, now a young n-gga flying (uh-uh)
in a mustang, now a n-gga sliding (uh-uh)
we finna get some new buss down, look what a n-gga buying (uh-uh)

[verse]
they tryna message me on their alt account (alternatives)
don’t think i’on know what a n-gga all about (what i’m all about)
he just wants some cloud (yeah, he do)
that’s why i keep an epipen (yuh)
just in case then n-ggas wanna switch up then (back off n-gga)
they tryna touch me, i’ll send your ass to h-ll (phew)
look at all of these goodies i sell (coke)
f-ck off, lil n-gga, i could sell you as well (you a slave, dawg)
since a youngin’, b-tch, i was born in h-ll (phеw)
i know you ain’t about money, i can tell (yeah)
bad b-tch tryna put mе in a friend zone (she do)
i know she’s down bad, when i’m not home (ooh)
that’s why she do me, she just want the cash (just want a bag)
i just get the money then i dash (zoom)
i know why you n-ggas moving like trash (sheesh)
just got a choppa, now i’m uppin’ a bag (one up)
n-gga thinks he’s tough, just cause a young n-gga sag (saggin’)
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas, they equipped with filthy ass rags (filthy ass n-gga)
i was never broke, a young n-gga popping some tags (grrah-grrah-grrah)
don’t act up, n-gga, or we gon shoot you with mags (magazines)
magazines, lil b-tch don’t act like you don’t know what i mean (mean)
i be dripping so cold, like ice, n-gga i’m wearing celine (phrr)
stay inside, or else we gon make that ass freeze (phrr)
i don’t know why but we toting some beans (beans)
just a reminder, we gon shoot your ass with beams (beams, beams)
[chorus]
pull up with this lambo, we gliding (uh-uh)
can’t wait to see all this fish i’m frying (uh-uh)
i broke your heart, why you lying (uh-uh)
don’t talk down on me, why you crying (uh-uh)
insert .22 rounds, now that n-gga dying (uh-uh)
i was 15, now a young n-gga flying (uh-uh)
in a mustang, now a n-gga sliding (uh-uh)
we finna get some new buss down, look what a n-gga buying (uh-uh)

[outro]
hmm, haha, that’s crazy, n-gga
mmh-mmh, we gon’ hit that
my choppa, mmh

- dirtyfanta

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