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letra de pull up pop it (rosa parks) - worldwide jp

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[verse]
she know i ain’t no regular-degular, i’m gettin’ chicken, guap, et cetera
pulled up cybertruck with my favorite yop and she just popped a tesla, uh
ain’t that ironic? run a bag up fast like sonic
i pulled up with fine sh-t, big-ass cuban, i’m gon’ busta rhyme it
diamonds dance, they dutty winin’, i want bucks just like i’m giannis
i’m so high, to touch the sky, my b-tch don’t need no f-ckin’ job
xd40 pocket rocket on me like rondonumbanine
sh-t hittin’ a l!ck, i”ma do it big, put me on the jumbotron
i feel like jeezy in’05, cuz like shaq at the free-throw line
i built this brick by brick, i don’t f-ck with n-ggas, i be with my b-tch
and i know she gon’ hold it down and she know i’m gon’ run that check up
pull brand-new masi’, she gon’ do it sloppy, then clean her mess up
money talkin’ you gotta shut up
when bosses talk, you gotta shut up, hold on
i be listenin’ to lil’ benjamin franklin, we be havin’ conversation
i talk to my bankroll, ti talk back, ti be givin’ me motivation
movin’ like the president, i can’t go out like i’m ronald reagan
made the money, made the money, made the money, gotta keep that, ugh
made the money, made the money, made the money, keep that sh-t in rotation
a n-gga play, i’ma get him clapped, standing ovation
you put on quite a show, really had em going, drac’ singin’ like rihanna
i praid to the trap gods, got what i want , they comin’ like cosmo and wanda
i got motion, rub it in like lotion, goin’ broke not an option
i can’t punch no clock, bg beat the trap up like i’m f-ckin’ boxin’
like sugar ray robinson
opppin’ it like muhhamed ali, floyd with the [?] ,i’m undefeated
my dog was hatin’, i peeped it, tried to act like i ain’t see it
went and got my pape’ up, keep the fake love, broski, i don’t need it
money talk [?] usin’ big-ass words like oonomontopoeia
you goin’ broke, i’m sorry to hear that, i’m gon’ ball like my hair fallin’
[?] my job, what the f-ck i look like callin’ out?
n-ggas run they mouth, they just like b-tches, don’t know what they talkin’ ’bout
chase the money, i forrest gump it like i’m runnin’ track or somethin’
uh-huh, come on
chase the money, i forrest gump it, n-gga, like i’m runnin’ track or somethin’
pg get the bag and double it ’cause i can’t go back to nothin’
rappin’ like i’m trappin’ hustlin’
my nickname harriet tubman
[?] you can hear it comin’
might lift up in the air, i punch it
fourth and long, you know that pg goin’ for it, the p don’t stand for puntin’
i don’t wanna kick it, i get money and handle my business
whip look like somethin’ off of pimp my ride, but i am not xzibiit
pockets crippin’, hustle like i’m nipsey, uh-huh
i can go ice my wrist, go presidential like a politician
member i ain’t have no pot to p-ss in
now the p [?] poinds and pimpinin’
paper pilin’ like i print in
pull up, post up like ap icture
i hate n-ggas like i was hitler
my b-tch got the yops, she sing like sza
i’m tryna make two bad hoes scissor
bankroll blue, cry me a river
my heart cold like hte middle of winter
get money on my agenda
cna’t trust a b-tch, they be lyin’ like simba
men lie, women lie, numbers don’t, sh-t don’t be addin’ up
pull up pop it, rosa park the whip, use to sit in the back of the bus
me and benji frank go hand in hand, it’s like i be dappin’ him up
tryna make [?] and lam the truck
every whip a hundred grand and up
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- worldwide jp

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