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letra de pull up - stevie j

[intro: stevie j]
yeah, yeah, yeah
pull up on me, you lil’ bad lil’ ting
the bomb, baby
bad lil’ thing
yeah, pull up on me, baby, you a bad lil’ ting
real
yeah
ayy

[chorus: stevie j, lil durk]
pull up on me, you lil’ bad lil’ ting (yeah)
pull up on me, i wanna do nasty tings (yeah)
pull up on me, i wanna buy you (yeah)
pull up on me, i wanna buy you tings
ayy, girl, you got that ooh-ooh-ooh
she got that ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah, yeah)
ayy, girl, you got that ooh-ooh-ooh
you got that ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah

[verse 1: lil durk]
pop that percie, then it’s hammer time (yeah)
got that b-tch from dallas, but she givin’ out them cali bags (givin’ out them cali bags)
came from the trenches, so i told i’m kinda traumatized (kinda traumatized)
i ain’t the same off them drugs, i gotta keep monetized (yeah, yeah)
pull up in that benz truck, no wifey ’cause i been f-cked
landin’ in miami, i’m on a yacht, i get my d-ck sucked
you should see my ex b-tch, she down for attention
boycottin’ gucci so you know you can’t get none (yeah)
mm-mm, let’s hop inside them jetskis
i might slap to eazy, don’t give me a rollie, just patek me (mm-mm)
i might go and get off two/three juugs and f-ck my besties (let’s go)
got ’em goin’ for like two/three b-tches to impress me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
on this journey (on this journey)
you ain’t got no money, don’t concern me (it don’t concern me)
they call from jail, they ask for burmy (they ask for burmy, ask for burmy)
i’m with stevie j, he want foreign tings
now a n-gga lit, b-tches on me
[chorus: stevie j, lil durk, lil durk & chris brown, stevie j & chris brown]
pull up on me, you lil’ bad lil’ ting (yeah)
pull up on me, i wanna do nasty tings (yeah)
pull up on me, i wanna buy you (yeah)
pull up on me, i wanna buy you tings
ayy, girl, you got that ooh-ooh-ooh
she got that ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah, yeah)
ayy, girl, you got that ooh-ooh-ooh
you got that ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah

[verse 2: chris brown]
in that dj booth, we smokin’ loud, loud, loud
drip from head to shoe, i bring ’em out, out, out
stevie j celebrate with that bottle and that j
you know the bad b-tches open they mouth, mouth, mouth
go up, way up, we goin’ all night at liv, yeah
kick it higher, hand standin’ ’cause she off them pills
and i’m trippin’ ’cause i been sippin’ on henny, write me off, cough
bet they gon’ give me that look and tell me what she want, want
don’t want her man to know, no, no, i’m still gon’ f-ck her though
me, lil durk, and stevie j get all the hoes (facts)
when she dance, she twerk like a stripper, i know
i’m throwin’ ten on the dime
i feel it, she know i’ma give it
in a matter of time, ooh
[chorus: stevie j & chris brown, stevie j, lil durk, lil durk & chris brown]
pull up on me, you lil’ bad lil’ ting (yeah)
pull up on me, i wanna do nasty tings (yeah)
pull up on me, i wanna buy you (yeah)
pull up on me, i wanna buy you tings
ayy, girl, you got that ooh-ooh-ooh
she got that ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah, yeah)
ayy, girl, you got that ooh-ooh-ooh
you got that ooh-ooh-ooh, yeah

- stevie j

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