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supremekati - pull up lyrics

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ye, huh, ye, aye

[chorus: supremekati]
tell em we outside wit sticks (ion think that n+gga want smoke)
tell that n+gga that he’s a b+tch (he gone think im saying that sh+t as a joke)
tell his ass to pull up (ion think that n+gga gone go)
cause we gone make a fool of em
this choppa hold a full hunnid
now i got her talking her sh+t
these f+ck n+ggas know how i come when i ride gotta hop in tha car wit a stick
now that lil b+tch wanna stick on my side cause i got a few thousands to hit wit
i missed my flight ian never on time i might need a audema wrist
im rocking designer you barely can find these n+ggas can’t order my fits

[verse 1: supremekati]
i bought her some titties, i bought her some thighs i might as well order my b+tch
my bro got jammed and he lost my nine now i gotta go order more sticks
they know im having these hoes by the ton imma hit em and blow em a kiss (ye)
i like em freaky im f+cking a dime now i got a recording a b+tch
my bro on the gram trynna tweak wit a iron im like why you recording the sticks
bought a new ar same size my leg these n+ggas can’t run from this
get shot in your sh+t trynna act like me these n+ggas wasn’t born fa this
2 or 3 hoes trynna reach for my clothes told a n+gga ian goin for sh+t
they know im having these hoes by the ton
fresh out the mud with this drip like a pond
2 or 3 hoes i done put them in line
im mixing the gucci with louis vutton
im in the street with this stick like a sign
throwin codine in the cup by the line
all this money on me n+ggas think i done signed
shout out to slime
just like my b+tch i been doin fine
im writing these letters and sending this cheddar like free all my n+ggas thats doin time
and me and my n+ggas like birds of a feather might walk in the party wit twin nines
let a n+gga play its sin time
imma f+ck around redeem mine

[chorus: supremekati]
tell em we outside wit sticks (ion think that n+gga want smoke)
tell that n+gga that he’s a b+tch (he gone think im saying that sh+t as a joke)
tell his ass to pull up (ion think that n+gga gone go)
cause we gone make a fool of em
this choppa hold a full hunnid

now i got her talking her sh+t
these f+ck n+ggas know how i come when i ride gotta hop in the car wit a stick
now that lil b+tch wanna stick on my side cause i got a few thousands to hit wit
i missed my flight ian never on time i might need a audema wrist
im rocking designer you barely can find these n+ggas can’t order my fits



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