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letra de pull up - don q

[verse 1: don q]
where you from? we gon’ pull on n-gg-s
[?] alone, ain’t n-body had to put me on n-gg-
i got my foot up on n-gg-s, i hear ’em takin’ the lingo (takin’ the lingo)
my trap phone helped me get that designer before i was breakin’ a single
my racks long, remember a n-gg- was literally breakin’ a single (literally breakin’ a single)
you know that yay gettin’ mangled n-gg-, i hold that k at an angle
i gotta feed the team, you know i give the blueprint to my n-gg-s (give the blueprint to my n-gg-s)
watch how i flee the scene, i got 2 b-tches inside of the fisker
who you think gave the ingredients? i am the one with seasonin’ (the one with seasonin’)
yeah, my ego i’m feedin’ it (feedin’ it), i hope you n-gg-s obedient (obedient)
yeah, look a demon in his eyes, you’ll never know what you see in it (you’ll never know what you see)
yeah, i pull up speedin’ in the ride, no it don’t come with a key in it (no it don’t come with a key)
yeah, but i smell like a ki in it, yeah, i look fresh off the border (fresh off the border)
duckin’ the feds and recorders (feds and recorders), you know i rest with the taurus (you know i rest with the)
i keep some ice on my neck, i gotta stay with my head above water
yeah, i’m mixin’ sprite with the tech, constantly poppin’ the meds that i ordered, yeah

[chorus: don q]
(talk to ’em) where you from? we gon’ pull on n-gg-s (we pullin up whatever ni99a you already know)
where you from? we gon’ pull on n-gg-s (walkin’ at the mall and sh-t)
where you from? we gon’ pull on n-gg-s (fly sh-t, a true thug ni99a, tricked out b-tch)

[verse 2: g herbo]
i was in the trenches, believe me
but i was blessed and finessed, so i make it look easy
nah but this sh-t wasn’t easy
i was in a shoot-out, i’m talkin’ to nicki, got flew out
i was right next to weezy
and i gotta clutch when i meet you (when i meet you)
might have my .40 to greet you (greet you)
kept that lil shake like a seizure
i’ll go to new york, interview at thisis50, and run up a 50 ball
landed at kennedy, no we couldn’t fly with the blicky, ay dog, we need one of y’alls
ain’t got no enemies, f-ck it still gotta keep it with me, might run into one of y’alls
want smoke at this show, we gon’ shoot this b-tch and you know might as well don’t even come at all
i been that n-gg-, turnt up my flex as a youngin’, you know me and somersault
come put that sh-t up, at least a whole when you hit us, we flip it, no somersault
i f-cked that sh-t up
ran through a sack with my n-gg-s, we here for a bunch of raw (yeah)
ain’t give no f-ck i was tryna get fly, charged my cousin 8k for a hundred b-lls
when fazo died and they pulled zell over, he was like, “f-ck the law”
pullin’ up with freshman, they like, “herbo, you a f-ckin’ dog”
charmed all my teachers, shootin’ dice in p.e, cheerleaders, f-cked ’em all (you know this sh-t)
still might get a c-d, ‘fore i made a cd, i ain’t give a f-ck at all
still in chiraq with the gds, yeah with the bds, yeah i f-ck with ’em all
honestly i don’t give a f-ck where you from, what you is, f-ck with me then you f-ck with the wrong
honestly i’ma just stop let you think ’bout your next move
you don’t wanna leave your momma ‘n ’em lonely
i’ma just aim at your top, give a f-ck what the vest do
any day you just come run up on me

[chorus: don q]
(talk to ’em) where you from? we gon’ pull on n-gg-s (we pullin’ up whatever, ni99a you already know)
where you from? we gon’ pull on n-gg-s (walkin’ at the mall and sh-t)
where you from? we gon’ pull on n-gg-s (fly sh-t, a true thug ni99a, tricked out b-tch)

[verse 3: dave east]
i just went got me a coupe, f-ck that single sh-t went got me a group
glock kick like blocboy when it shoot
your family won’t know til it come on the news
i pop me one of them blues, all in my locker, my gun up in school (gun up in)
i’m in a good mood, i ain’t wanna be rude (naw)
just look at these rappers, you wanna see food
listen, before the booth i was goin’ through it in the kitchen
tyson on the roof, i was lookin’ for a pigeon
givenchy to the shoes, first day up outta prison
she seen the roof dippin’, [?]
since n-gg- did hpnotiq, foreign sh-t gettin’ it, and i’m lookin’ like bin laden
just wait to till the price change, you think i ice skate, this ain’t no hockey we play slidin’
gelato, too i gotta zip-lock it, my money grew up you got kid pockets
the c-ke is a-1, call it len bias, tryna [?], emoji send fire (fire)
i treat the back of the [?] like a studio, your b-tches give me a mic test
just come to mansion, you see all these ghosts and these phantoms, she lookin’ like fright fest
when i used to sip, it was just pineapple fanta and sprite left
just work on your aim, if you a dependable hitter that’s gon’ be a nice check
balmain got me rockin’ these white sweats
they match the off-whites with the nik’ ckecks
-ss bettin’ that’s a dice death, i see my future through the pyrex

[chorus: don q]
(tell ’em) where you from? we gon’ pull on n-gg-s
where you from? we gon’ pull on n-gg-s
where you from? we gon’ pull on n-gg-s

- don q

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