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letra de pull thru - lil bean

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[intro]
(hey, hudson, this beat go crazy)

[chorus]
yeah, gotta pull through
yeah, brother just got hit, he gotta pull through
my hood look at me like hov’, when i pull it through
i keep tryna close my eyes, all i see is you
every time bro on the phone, he like, “where the juice?”
i seen a n-gga fall asleep, tryna pour a deuce
ay, he ain’t got no use, we might take his boot (yeah)
b-tches talkin’ all that sh-t, but she kinda loose

[verse 1]
i’ma always go to bat, this sh-t for my family
b-tch my music for the streets, i don’t need a grammy
i got b-tches tryna f-ck, labels tryna land me
how it look, i see a n-gga, and i’m tryna fan him
hundred thousand dollar play, watch me double up
you can tell a n-gga eatin’, sh-t, i got a gut
i tell baby takе her time, we ain’t gotta rush
just stay focusеd, everyday, we gon’ level up

[chorus]
yeah, gotta pull through
yeah, brother just got hit, he gotta pull through
my hood look at me like hov’, when i pull it through
i keep tryna close my eyes, all i see is you
every time bro on the phone, he like, “where the juice?”
i seen a n-gga fall asleep, tryna pour a deuce
ay, he ain’t got no use, we might take his boot (yeah)
b-tches talkin’ all that sh-t, but she kinda loose
[interlude]
hold on foreign, let it breathe for a minute
forever grateful
just grateful to be here
yeah

[verse 2]
yeah, guess it’s how they want me (bner)
when i’m in that all black, leave a n-gga holy
i’m like n-gga what you thought, we don’t do no foldin’
lil’ n-gga what you thought, we don’t do no rovers
(yeah) lil’ f-ck n-gga
this sh-t make it hard, just to trust n-ggas
she say, “why you want me, you got enough b-tches”
told her, “i’ma treat you right, i’m just rough in it”
yeah, told her, “i don’t rap, it’s just my lifestyle”
tell her when i pull up on her, hear them pipes growl
i been chillin’ for too long, gotta bite down
at first i couldn’t even see, it’s in my sights now
what’s f-cked up, i got that call that my n-gga hit
f-ck, i really wanna slide, f-ck the silly sh-t
f-ck around and lose it all, and forget i rap
they be tryna keep me out of trouble, but this sh-t iraq
first off, lil’ n-gga what you mad at?
if i tell bro to set it off, he like mad max
they tryna catch bro slippin’, we was gettin’ back
most these n-ggas livin’ lies, i be spittin’ facts

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