letra de pull up (nategotheat diss) - marley
(yeah)
listen bro, if you’re gonna talk sh-t…
(b-tch)
talk sh-t about somebody who can’t f-ckin’ fire back
(look)
v1-
shut the f-ck up don’t you even try to diss me
lookin’ like a mouse are you minnie. are you mickey?
you’re only mad cause i gave your b-tch a hickey
she asked me for a ride and you know she rode me plenty (whoa)
lookin’ at my photos bet you’ll only see her t-tties
you can’t even buy her presents so i got her fenty
in the time you make a dollar know i’m gettin’ h-lly 50’s
clothes ain’t nothing special but it’s worth more than your rent b
you can pull up any time, doesn’t really matter (bow)
if you wanna steal my clout, i promise you i’m flattered
we share the same name, but it’s really a shame
that you get less plays in a month than i do in a day
you worked with nilly k, now that’s an og
but he must’ve felt pressured ’cause he’d rather work with me
indigo just hit my line and he said we got beef
so i checked this sh-t out and i couldn’t believe
that a little p-ssy boy that n0body knows
would write a little sh-tty diss with a sh-tty -ss flow
i’m like bro
can i even take you serious? (no!)
please crash into a pole like you’re fast and you’re furious
you’re delirious
if you think you want smoke
because i’ll hit you so hard that you’ll wheeze and you’ll choke
i‘m about to expose all the dms you wrote me
saying that you love me and how you’re obsessed b
you switched the f-ck up and you say that you’d fight me
i don’t f-ck with you and i don’t take it lightly
but lanele if you’re listenin’, how the f-ck are ya?
nate, she might be your girl but she’s sending me them hearts bruh
if you’re gonna talk sh-t then you might as well just @ me
and if you wanna f-ckin’ k!ll me i can hit you the addy (facts)
but i know you ain’t about it, you lookin’ h-lla goofy
and the only guns you totin’ are the ones on call of duty
left a whole d-mn minute of the beat at the end
some lines were funny so i guess that i’ll commend
but i really can’t tell who you’re tryna offend
called me a “fat dyk-” a thousand times and again. (ooh)
it’s really f-ckin’ sad that you cannot even be creative
your disses are so wack man them sh-ts are so outdated
and you callin’ me some names like it really hurts my feelin’s
but pull up like anytime and you life i will be stealin’
the only thing worse than your rap is your hairline, (d-mn!)
come up out that closet man i think that it’s d-mn time
quit your f-ckin’ talkin’ ‘fore i hit you in your jawline
about to throw some hands, make him go to sleep, bedtime
f-ckin’ with me is an unwise decision
i’ll knock out your lights like a head on collision
and you are not smart cannot do straight division
i’ll make you go poof you can call me magician
d-mn. is the beat really done?
sh-t
i could go on for f-ckin’ hours bro
you’re lucky
you can try to fire back but your p-ssy -ss probably won’t
bye
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