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d.s.6 - pull up lyrics

(droxx)
so it seems like
some of y’all n-gg-s don’t get what we say on these songs
so i’m gonna break it down for you my son
i’m gonna take it real slow so you know
i’m gonna take you n-gg-s on a journey leave a n-gg- bleeding dying on a gurney emergency emergency p-ssy n-gg-s need attention urgently ,popping percocets n-gg- i see a blur
double homicide n-gg- just caught a case
wake up in the morning got blood on my face, b-tch i am a demon i rose out the flames
i ain’t never do internet beef
if i did before i ain’t sorry i did
n-gg-s ain’t worth it i’m sorry i tripped
yoruba man i’m african chief
but these p-ssy -ss n-gg-s tryna get a n-gg- p-ssed
tryna get a n-gg- down tryna put me in a ditch
n-gg-s tryna sneak diss i ain’t finna click that
i’m drop a mixtape imma drop a alb-m
put me on a wishlist,put me on a alb-m
i got sam in the booth and my n-gg-s boutta get merky
finna pull up in a german whip winston churchill
boy i’m bout to school these p-ssy n-gg-s have a pop quiz
boy i’m boutta save these hating like i’m jacques
b-tch i’m gonna smoke my cigarettes and walk the streets
finna shoot a pagan if he messing with my p
boy i’m finna put this n-gg-s 6ft deep
if a n-gg- getting chatty and he messing with my g’s
so it seems like
some of y’all n-gg-s don’t get it
i am a god please respect me
i made them lines that you s-xt with
i’m gonna put on my necklace
i’m gonna smoke on my cigarettes
i’m gonna f-ck up the stage again
imma go giggitty giggitty

(slimsyxx)
don’t call me if you lost, i can’t find your way
yeah they want me gone, never planned to stay
and if you doubt this drugs my n-gg- let me show you pain
svtk, d.s.6, young drillo make it rain

mi got mandem locked up inna can with barbwire
mi ever steady burning bush like issa campfire
bad decisions that mi made that later back fired
i was locked up in the shadows like a vampire
i know fit lie to you my brother me seff don tire
employment no dey so mi dem man gats to learn wire
the hunger raging in the children issa wildfire
corruption still burning brighter than a bon fire

what is really happening ain’t what they casting
why this pain in my chest feel so everlasting
don’t do no chit chat ting don’t say you banting
cause when mi pull up on your -ss then issa gang ting

if you come at me on twitter you better mean it
pull up looking like a maggot say they jiggy
know that ashie gonna say that i am tripping
all this likkle n-gg-s c-m in a minute
all this stupid b-tches f-ck for a free meal
say na para mode mi dey mi o sere
make dem know say awon boizz mi o kere
make dem know say awon boizz mi o sere

(drillo)
these b-tches wan ride on my d-ck shut your p-ss-es cos i’m a rebel

you n-gg- can’t f-ck with my lines, tot my inspiration from d devil

you get drowned in this wave, only t-tanics on this level

i take you through the gates of h-ll, fo i let your souls go rest in heaven

get off my d-ck, suck on my testis

c-m on your b-tch, cos these p-ss-es so thirsty

call me a thief ,steal your b-tch and her besties

i am the beast , don’t believe, you? can test me..

i’m not offended so don’t get me wrong

a town full of criers make noise like a gong

roll a big spliff while i smoke on a bong

don’t want this beef. imma back out my shank

n-body f-cks with the gang and go scot free, you do, you must be mad

fake n-gg-s everywhere dying for clout , they’ll suck on a d-ck, these n-gg-s is sad

street is not safe ,watch who you f-ck with ,and who f-ck with you, a piece of advice

respect your grind ,i respect my hustle, i die for this hustle man dont get me mad

(samvsthekids)
f-ck twitter beef,we could fight this sh-t out
we running your city,you running your mouth/n-gg-s stay in a hostel for boys in a school/but they gangsters on twitter/its all for the clout/
b-tch/
remember the times that you famzed all these n-gg-s/a f-cking lil groupie/still a hater and fan/
how bout i flip this sh-t up like some pancakes made by that guy wey dey manage/to hate/
how bout i ask mr creator up on the gram/what the f-ck do you really create/
i never listen to noises/none of these lies that these hoes tell/you don’t want smoke from the gang/when you never fit smoke for your hostel
hmmm/i think there’s really a problem/get me birdboy with the smoke/finna solve em/n-gg-s dey hide but we got em/f-ck em
b-tch
go show your face to your mama ask her why she f-cking hates you
you and gang are just wannabe gunners even -rs-nal no fit rate you
i think i get it my g,think i said it my g,man the envy is really unhealthy my g,all these n-gg-s is softer than selfies my g

- d s 6 lyrics

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