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letra de pull up - yesify & young vicious

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[intro: yesify & young vicious]
i got—i got young vicious—vicious on my track
h-ll yeah

[hook: yesify]
pull up to your house where you run up, p-ssy boy
i strike all these b-tches just to enjoy
keep talkin’ sh-t, you gon’ get hurt
stop on yo head, that leave you in the dirt

[verse 1: yesify]
p-ssy ass boy, i don’t want you in my sight
pull up on my street, and boy we gonna fight
knock yo ass out have you fl!ckin’ like a light (have you fl!ckin’ like a light)
why you want this smoke? you obviously gonna die
we gon’ come light up yo block
like the fourth of july
i’m comin’ for you at night like a plane
gonna aim straight up at your face
move, little b-tch, get out of my way (get out of my way)
[interlude 1: yesify & young vicious]
hahaha, okay, real sh-t
get ’em

[hook: yesify]
pull up to your house where run up, p-ssy boy
i strike all these b-tchеs just to enjoy
keep talkin’ sh-t, you gon’ get hurt
stop on yo head, that lеave you in the dirt

[verse 2: yesify]
walk up the street, ownin’ the block
just to disturb
forehead so big, you look like phineas and ferb
stop in the street, he made a swerve
pull him out the car, and kick him to the curb

[interlude 2: young vicious]
yo, yo, now young vicious
introducing
please stand up
check my sh-t
yo, haha
uh
yeah
[verse 3: young vicious]
i’m a sinister, minister, young v, on the scene
street dishes
whole crowd think i’m g-y ’cause i hate fake b-tches
i hit you with plates and dishes
keep givin’ me lip
i’ll pick your shoulder up and i throw it at you with your child in it
f-ck you, b-tch
keep talkin’ yo sh-t, all you do is talk yo trash
i’ma whoop yo f-ckin’ ass
sick of phony, fakin’ ass, p-ssy ass b-tches
always naggin’, b-tchin’ while i’m washin’ dishes
f-ck it up
yeah, we f-cked it up
f-ck you

[outro: young vicious & yesify]
f-ck all you haters
bye; see you later
haha
pull up to your crib, p-ssy boy
haha
p-ssy ass boys
f-ck you, p-ssy boy
i’m gonna—
ight, i’m finna pull out the strap; f-ck that sh-t
nah, sh-t, yeah
you pull up to my crib
i’m gonna shove the gun in your ribs
you f-ckin’ f-ggot
yeah
f-ck you

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