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letra de pull up - only the family, doodie lo & timo

[intro: doodie lo]
all these n-ggas think they gangsters, they ain’t gangsters, ayy
draco to his f-ckin’ face, b-tch
let’s get it
gang, gang, gang

[chorus: doodie lo]
all these n-ggas think they gangsters, they ain’t gangsters, ayy
pull up in a striker, draco to his f-ckin’ face
ran out of lean, broski pour another eight
don’t let them n-ggas gas you up ’cause you gon’ die today
foenem slide on the opps n-ggas
pillow talk to the b-tch, she give yo’ drop, n-gga
never cared about whoever no rock with us
c3 poppin’ out the cut, b-tch, he drop n-ggas

[verse 1: timo]
pull up rockin’ out like 30 with that choppa, n-gga
don’t f-ck around [?] plus we got glocks, n-gga
reach for his chain then [?] yo’ brain all ovеr yo’ socks, n-gga
we ain’t no rappers, we somе f-ckin’ rockstars, n-gga
[?] draco we got sh-t they gon’ do cars, n-gga
you think you [?] pop out that sh-t and get you rock, n-gga
we high speed, ready make yo’ b-tches do their job, n-gga
all my opps, they cl!ckin’ up ’cause this sh-t hard
[verse 2: c3]
you go that way, i go that way, i bet we hit ’em up
how they tryna beef with us and they ain’t got enough?
pull that sh-t up his head, them vultures hit him up
and he gon’ need a ambulance to come and get him up
he tryna beef up on the ‘net and i ain’t into that
we catch ’em out, boaw-boaw, hit his f-ckin’ back
like timo, it’s a go, we gon’ get ’em wet
i put that sh-t up on stone, that’s gon’ get ’em checked

[verse 3: doodie lo]
they that doodie, he from kankakee
the last p-ssy n-gga got k!lled tryin’ to play with me
how you sayin’ you a k!ller but you told somethin’?
they [?] kickin’, see him up, they wanna hold somethin’
there he go, [?] that car, take his top off
he a ho, he be woofin’, he ain’t drop nothin’
it’s a go, get in traffic and go pop somethin’
i ain’t go to school, i ain’t had no locker
if they catch ’em, spot ’em, drop ’em
sellin’ lean, i need a doctor, smoke dope like a rasta
get a bag, i got a lotta, i be trappin’ like my father
otf, they my loyal brothers
we came from that mud but we blood brothers
that n-gga zoo wop, he be tweakin’, he a motherf-cker
[chorus: doodie lo]
all these n-ggas think they gangsters, they ain’t gangsters, ayy
pull up in a striker, draco to his f-ckin’ face
ran out of lean, broski pour another eight
don’t let them n-ggas gas you up ’cause you gon’ die today
foenem slide on the opps n-ggas
pillow talk to the b-tch, she give yo’ drop, n-gga
never cared about whoever no rock with us
c3 poppin’ out the cut, b-tch, he drop n-ggas

- only the family doodie lo timo

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