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oboy (kuku) - pull up lyrics

[intro: oboy]
uh huh
kuku o

[chorus: oboy]
p-ssy don’t run
p-ssy nah don’t look back
p-ssy don’t drop
p-ssy nah don’t look back
pull up, pull up, pull up, skrrt
hear that bang
pull up on any opp block
pull up, pull up, skrrt
hear that bang
(pull up, skrrt
hear that bang)

[verse 1: oboy]
pull up on any opp block (any)
back up my shank, put it in a b-tch boy’s lung (ching, ching)
they adding a k on the gang
oh nah, nuttin’ been touched (none)
been ’round there wit’ gang
step ’round there with gang
swear suttin’ nearly got bun
they’re tellin’ lies, they ever been ’round ‘ere (no)
they ain’t tryna ride for the guys
black prince way kuku man ride (kuku)
man rise, mash, swords and knifes (any)
get ’round there
get ’round there gonna drop them guys (dead out)
but you’re billing it in your field
‘cuz you’re billing in your garden (your house)
how the f-ck are you givin’ these talk
brudda i ain’t ever seen you in harlem
and i’m q’d up to the max (max)
but i’m banging out for my spartans
ankle smash man up like kong (normal)
they don’t wanna come ’cause it’s long (it’s long)
you ain’t gotta tell me dis, tell me dat, i know what my broski’s on (my bro)
golden one, she telling me hold me hun
tell her let’s have some fun
man just bruck up, bruck up that b-tch (umm)
opps talk ’nuff, hurt my head
come like my little sis (too chatty)
you don’t know, you don’t wanna see oboy on your block with that thing (no, no)
big black wap, trust man’s dressed in black
any opp boy that slip (slips)
i swear i’m dishing out six (bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
don’t ever compare me, to dem man they’re wimps
really tryna do man live o
drench man down in his [?] (ching, ching)
ching ching (ching, ching, ching, ching)
watch man sink
ching, ching, ching
watch man sink (dead out, dead out, dead out)
look, 2017, jump back on this rap sh-t (it’s mad)
bare peng gyal never show me homage, now them gyal move ratchet (kuku)
never ever me, oboy had his shank and he never backed it (you mad)
them man talk w-ss (uh)
run a man down into private flats (you dash)

[bridge: oboy]
(p-ssy) p-ssy don’t run (umm)
p-ssy nah don’t look back (it’s neek, it’s neeky)
p-ssy don’t drop (i pray he drops)
that’s ching, ching
up in his neck, up in his back (it’s dead out, dead out)
that’s ching, ching
up in his neck, up in his back

[verse 2: grinner]
wanna diss me in chats but you don’t wanna slide (let’s get it)
and if you slide, just know we don’t hide (don’t hide)
kd smoke ham ’til he’s f-cking the sky
when i get ’round ‘ere, everybody better hide (no one)
why sneak diss if you ain’t got a life
you’re a big man and you’re still doing road
let me give you some word of advice, let me give you some word of advice (no sh-t)
get your bird, get your money
and stop moving like you ain’t got a life
back out my nank man, don’t fist fight
i see man run, as fast as a cheater
’cause they heard a smoke, and it’s loud like a speaker
when i slide round, can’t see yah
got a pengting, can i see yah
in a corner like [?], tryna bust shots like fifa
all the pengtings know about gang
slide on the opps, who’s really on man (who’s really on man)
go ot’s tryna get these pants
pull up skrr, hear that bang (bow, bow)
(pull up, pull up) pull up skrr, hear that bang (bow, bow)
snitching’s bad for your health
when you see me don’t say “h-llo” like adele (don’t see me nah)
hold this snitching out cells
lucky ain’t jammed, they woulda been p-ssed as well (jammed)
we don’t show and tell
run up on me, he felled
the girl can hold it too
civilians can hold it too
pop out the car like peek-a-boo
you can get shot if you’re with the opps
i will leave a hole in your chest
and i will aim for your your head
so it’s pointless wearing a vest
security what
i got my tec, full of [?] soldiers stretch
f-ck a o step
man get left (f-ck them)
ching, ching at your back and neck (ching, ching)
told this b-tch don’t get involved
look at her know, riding a bird (riding)
saw that pr-ck, man got rust in a shop
who’s gonna get there first (p-ssy)
lv left his keys, [?] got bagged
sh-t must’ve been a curse (sh-t den)
aim for your shirt, chest, neck, back
just make sure you put him in the dirt

- oboy kuku lyrics

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