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letra de foolery - yung pullup

(pullup)
running up the sack
i’m the running back
trying jack the sack
i’ma nola clap
f-ckin on yo b-tch
that’s a body bag
catch an opp slippin
molly wopped his ass

(fats the scammer)
ay b-tch, you sound dumb asf
f-ck i look like pouring this drank
without my double cup
huh yeah so it’s for the hype
lil b-tch know i’m up
so i know she still gon let me pipe
woooooo i just want the coochie
f-ck i look like that last n-gga trying eat yo booty
aye, who? i heard they letting up pauly in the cutt
with two drake’s send him up

(yung dd)
two glock twenty-six yeah im loaded up
n-gga run up on me ima have his ass double dutch
ion f-ck around yeah i’m fitted up
f-ck a bad b-tch with her friend
my d-ck glittered up
(pullup)
yeah i’m turnt up
my eyes burnt up
sipping on duce whilе i count the blue faces up
pg thе label we some bloodhounds
running around the town bouta get it now

(fats the scammer)
hold up wait please don’t get me started
i be round all the baddest bithces and i still be fartin
aye hold up who got jewelry
i bet my n-ggas hands woulda went up if i said properties
aye, yall ain’t foolin me
you ain’t send a pound on a hound in them shiesty streets
aye yo n-gga, not a leader
nineteen forty-two & bnbs yo b-tch been an eater

(yung dd)
she a nasty b-tch yeah she clean the d-ck
ball head mr clean the way she clean the d-ck
i’ma real n-gga and i ain’t never snitch
run it up by myself i ain’t need a clique

(pullup)
this vlone tee right here
yeah it’s one of none
black on black rover sliding like a young don
dior kicks cost eleven hundon
some the same week as lil boosie nem
(fats the scammer)
but who gives a f-ck
gelato thirty one and pink runts
bithc come live it up
aye yeah me and my n-ggas styling
i got n-ggas in the dirty glove and they really wylin
woooo yeah b-tch we don’t play fair
seven six two’s rip him up like a grizzly bear
wye yeah my pockets always full
covid nineteen get me up
i might move out the hood
huh yeah i don’t need a clique
a hundred round drum with a compressor
i’ll burn this b-tch
hold up aye
i’ts a pandemic
let me get yo cash app b-tch and reek all the benefits
i’m just getting started
i ain’t really mean that last sh-t i said about fartin
ha, yeah b-tch i got manners
catch me in the trap with three computers and a pole dancer

- yung pullup

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