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letra de pull up - jay worthy, kamaiyah & harry fraud

[intro: jay worthy]
yeah
(la música de harry fraud)

[verse 1: jay worthy]
pull up to that party on that gangster sh-t
i’m with my gangster clique, they let the gangsters in
pants saggin’ on my forces with a gangster brim
i’m with a gang of hoes and my gangster b-tch
she got a strap in her purse, yeah, we got that in
i’m turnt up on blunts off a gang of hens
who them woopin’ in my section? oh, that’s gang and them
p hats, b hats, a’s and m’s
big dobie got us trippin’, so we faded, shti
brack one in the head with a fifth of henny
i bounce back in my chevy, what’s happenin’, folk?
p-funk, no cuts with the rattlin’ truck, woah

[chorus: ty dolla $ign]
it go money, hoes, fancy sh-t
let the ho choose up, don’t ask the b-tch
if she come back broke, thеn that’s a simp
and i ain’t never slowed down likе actavis
it go money, cars, clothes
two cribs, one for the hoes
puff a zoot, i don’t play with my nose
and she say i’m the g.o.a.t., well, i suppose
[post-chorus: jay worthy]
it goes money, hoes, fancy sh-t
let the ho choose up, don’t ask the b-tch
if she come back broke, then that’s a simp
if you never knocked nothin’, don’t ask me sh-t, pimp

[verse 2: kamaiyah]
pull up with some n-ggas that’s gon’ gangster walk
i’m a gangster b-tch, i’m a gangster broad
pull up in a coupe, that’s a gangster car
on that flashy tip, i’m a gangster star
b-tch, i smell good and i look good
and i f-ck good, know this p-ssy a1
your b-tch pay good, she so flagrant
roll through jay hood, n-gga, i’ma stay good
ayy, they tried to knock me off and these hoes all failed
f-ckin’ for the clout, but still not gon’ sell
i’m miss independent, b-tch, i got mail
i got it off the work, b-tch, i got scales

[chorus: ty dolla $ign]
it go money, hoes, fancy sh-t
let the ho choose up, don’t ask the b-tch
if she come back broke, then that’s a simp
and i ain’t never slowed down like actavis
it go money, cars, clothes
two cribs, one for the hoes
puff a zoot, i don’t play with my nose
and she say i’m the g.o.a.t., well, i suppose
[post-chorus: jay worthy & ty dolla $ign]
it goes money, hoes, fancy sh-t
money, cars, clothes
let the ho choose up, don’t ask the b-tch
two cribs, one for the hoes
it goes money, hoes, fancy sh-t
money, cars, clothes
if you never knocked nothin’, don’t ask me sh-t
and she say i’m the g.o.a.t., well, i suppose

- jay worthy kamaiyah harry fraud

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