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dezzie - pull up lyrics

[intro: dezzie]
rah, it’s bkay you know
you know, you know
rah, it’s bkay you know
uh, uh
(yo)
whoosh off safety, beat that
live old corn, let him eat that
if she ain’t leng then uh+uh, can’t jeet that
greet that, told li’l bro “come sweep that” (aye take that)
still wan’ ten toes on street that, deep that, pretty machine, man treat that (uh)
ever since “uno uno” all these barbies cat me and repeat that

[hook: dezzie]
pull up
let it beat like freaks, glock 17 filled up with sweets
ooh, ah, i ain’t seen her in weeks
who that fu+u+up, her pum+pum reeks
my south ting [?] ‘tween sheets cause she heard bad man just jeets and skeets
just cool, don’t step in my sneaks’
italian kids, boy [?] on these
pull up
let it beat like freaks, glock 17 fillеd up with sweets
ooh, ah, i ain’t seen her in weeks
who that fu+u+up, her pum+pum reeks
my south ting [?] ‘tween sheets cause shе heard bad man just jeets and skeets
just cool, don’t step in my sneaks’
italian kids, boy [?] on these
[verse 1: abra cadabra]
we tapped ’nuff waps on a block and they know do not i might talk on snapchat (nah)
ab from the o, i don’t rap cap (sure)
i ain’t like them man cah they never been me
talk ’bout firin’, me no slap that (yeah)
swept out, all black like batman (you know)
spot that paigon and bang that (buh)
don’t slip, don’t stumble (nah)
bang this wap with technique, when i aim at man don’t fumble (sure)
i’m tryna hit tree, no jungle (brr)
lean with the ‘matic in my hand, man lean with the angle
my aim make a big man stumble
man are biscuit, that’s what i wan’ crumble
we make ’nuff murders where the opp block rumble (whoosh)
we them n+ggas from the o, we don’t take chat from no+one at all
big man, you coulda been a murderer (on cap)
we got man, that’s that on the farm (sure)
and even my juvvies, we can’t (yeah)
f+ck that, even when i swing my arm
there’s a whole man and the f+ckboy’s long
ching that, turn tools so numb
free cap, bro’s sis’ to the brilliant one

[hook: dezzie]
pull up
let it beat like freaks, glock 17 filled up with sweets
ooh, ah, i ain’t seen her in weeks
who that fu+u+up, her pum+pum reeks (dead up)
my south ting [?] two cheeks cause she heard bad man just jeets and skeets (you know, you know)
just cool, don’t step in my sneaks’
italian kids, boy [?] on these
pull up
let it beat like freaks (uh uh), glock 17 filled up with sweets
ooh, ah, i ain’t seen her in weeks
who that fu+u+up, her pum+pum reeks (dead up)
my south ting [?] ‘tween sheets cause she heard bad man just jeets and skeets
just cool, don’t step in my sneaks’
italian kids, boy [?] on these
[verse 2: dezzie]
yo, t chat
two bludclart hypers
so hyper got a heart of a tiger
sj, real ofb rider, real top striker now lifestyle’s [?]
bad man, all i need is a driver
spin that coupe, f+ck a internet typer
other side turn bro to a lifer
knives with a witch, not on sight niner (gang gang)
woi, woi, been in the field like scores
out here my left hand scored excellent goals
wet that down that
got fl!cks on stage at mobos (you know, you know)
really throwin’ up os
babe, i’m hashtag t and don’t lack he’s eat it
surely everyone knows
forrest gump (run, run), forrest gump
they do ten toes, wan’ slap at their poles
yo, my ex ting caught man cheating, d+mn
she said “i hope you fall off a cliff” (mazza)
jail life turned wifey pyscho
f+ckery, bro try put him in a spliff
all the [?] radio
for real, oh thank you tiff’ (you know, you know)
cell 14, govs’ had me banged up
when i circle, chicks wan’ stiff
[hook: dezzie]
pull up
let it beat like freaks, glock 17 filled up with sweets
i ain’t seen her in weeks
who that fu+u+up, her pum+pum reeks (dead up)
my south ting [?] two cheeks cause she heard bad man just jeets and skeets (you know, you know)
just cool, don’t step in my sneaks’
italian kids, boy [?] on these
pull up
let it beat like freaks, glock 17 filled up with sweets
ooh, ah, i ain’t seen her in weeks
who that fu+u+up, her pum+pum reeks (dead up)
my south ting [?] two cheeks cause she heard bad man just jeets and skeets (you know, you know)
just cool, don’t step in my sneaks’
italian kids, boy [?] on these

[outro: dezzie]
ooh, ah

- dezzie lyrics

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