sbn3 - pull it pull up lyrics
bop it, twist it, pull it, pull up
pull it, pull it, pull it, pull up
pull it, pull it, pull it, pull up
pull it, pull it, pull it, pull up
heard you were sayin’ sh-t
i caught a ray of it, you shouldn’t play with it
you blew my mind it’s a joke, so
that’s all fine, ain’t a joke though
pray to the god from the bottle
rolex right, all the opps are movado
burned cds to the top of my tahoe
fallin’ down when i speed on a pot hole
napster and i down the whole load
all these magazines on the floor though
tellin’ me that’s a no no
make god grab the chrome so
her chopper the best
she made the cut so i hope that i’m blessed
you got the sh-t but she cop for it less
got it for free, deny and you best
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pull it, pull it, pull it, pull up
pull it, pull it, pull it, pull up
pull it, pull it, pull it, pull up
bop it, twist it, pull it, pull up
pull it, pull it, pull it, pull up
pull it, pull it, pull it, pull up
pull it, pull it, pull it, pull up
you don’t wanna foe me
slippin’ it up you surrounded like dolby
act like a lizard, you lowly
you taste like a lizard, you sobe
meditate days, i’m lonely
i’m ewan won, i’m obi
feelin’ like homeless the old me
came off the bench like gin0bili
time had been rollin’ no rollie
possession ain’t nothin’ they told me
i spoke with the master, i know 3
they told me that i better soul seek
on my path n0bly
i got the hands but forbidden to throw these
they wantin’ beef but they’re eating the 4-3
i’m f-ckin’ with god and we know she
bop it, twist it, pull it, pull up
pull it, pull it, pull it, pull up
pull it, pull it, pull it, pull up
pull it, pull it, pull it, pull up
bop it, twist it, pull it, pull up
pull it, pull it, pull it, pull up
pull it, pull it, pull it, pull up
pull it, pull it, pull it, pull up
flat stans, i’m feelin forceful
auth0r-d moreso, tear your torso
ay ay f-ck the morse code
that i forgo, i’m resourceful ay
i got the crop
i got the bag and i ain’t even shop
gave me the ‘cedes, i ain’t even cop
all that they gave me i guess is a pay day
bank wouldn’t see me, call in the mayday
ain’t validate me, they wouldn’t throw loan
pop in the cd showin’ the photos
see me with rubies safe like a toto
i’m good for the dough
talents i balance, i flip in a row
watered the wrist like i’m flippin’ on boats
your god is a him but she givin’ me more
bop it, twist it, pull it, pull up
pull it, pull it, pull it, pull up
pull it, pull it, pull it, pull up
pull it, pull it, pull it, pull up
bop it, twist it, pull it, pull up
pull it, pull it, pull it, pull up
pull it, pull it, pull it, pull up
pull it, pull it, pull it, pull up
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