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shug2900 - pull up lyrics

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{verse 1}
turn me to a hoe
i’m gon’ take yo hoe
i’m gon’ f-ck every b-tch i see
i’m gon f-ck every b-tch i please
n-ggas trip on me
you can get hit with the beam
who the f-ck is this. who the f-ck is this
this b-tch ugly as sh-t i don’t want that b-tch
n-ggas always talking crazy
till i pull up on his block
on yo block
you already know me b-tch i keep the glock
that b-tch bad, i just wanna f-ck kick her to the curb
you already know me all that sh-t you talk is for the birds wait
balenciaga on me ooh, raf simmons on me ooh aye
yea i got it on me
n-ggas talking sh-t, don’t give a f-ck bout’ your homie
give a f-ck ooh, think i give f-ck
run you over with a truck
my n-ggas do not give a f-ck ohh
aye this from the top of the dome
ima run up in yo home
i got the chop with the chrome yea
yo b-tch i wanna f-ck ooh
i got what
n-ggas wanna talk all that sh-t
till i pull up let it bust
till i pull up ima bust on yo b-tch
i got the chop with the clip
if i pull up on yo block with the stick
i swear to god you getting hit aye aye

{chorus}
pull up on yo block
pull up on yo block ooh yah
pull up on yo block
pull up on yo block ooh yah
pull up on yo block
pull up on yo block oh yah
pull up on yo block
on yo f-cking block
on yo block, on my waist
i got it tucked
i got the k
i got a glock
i let it spray
hit you in your head in broad day wait
i’m gon f-ck yo b-tch
i’m gon f-ck yo b-tch
i’m gon f-ck yo b-tch
ohhhoohhhh

{verse 2}
yo b-tch give me brain
you could see her through the window
i play that b-tch just like xbox, playstation, nintendo
punch a b-tch n-gga word to my n-gga kimbo
leave a n-gga dead now his wife is a wido
you so little
you is a kiddo
she sneaking out the house, you cannot hear her cause she tip toe
i cannot f-ck if she look a hippo
i cannot save that hoe i am no hero
i’m at a million you n-ggas at zero
i’m at a million you n-ggas at zero

{verse 3}
hot, pull up on yo block
you already know
b-tch i keep the glock
b-tch you know she bad
ima go get me a bag
ima go hop in my bag
ima go hop in my bag

{chorus}
pull up on yo block
pull up on yo block ooh yah
pull up on yo block
pull up on yo block ooh yah
pull up on yo block
pull up on yo block oh yah
pull up on yo block
on yo f-cking block
on yo block, on my waist
i got it tucked
i got the k
i got a glock
i let it spray
hit you in your head in broad day wait
i’m gon f-ck yo b-tch
i’m gon f-ck yo b-tch
i’m gon f-ck yo b-tch
ohhhhoohhhh



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