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trill deus – pull up lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah,uh
uh, yeah
mixing the lean with the soda (mixing the lean, mixing the lean)
my b-tch is so bad, a rihanna (she so bad,she so bad,she so bad)
feelin’ like i’m pippen, i’m pippen (yeah)
no i don’t play with her p-ssy
uhh, no i don’t play with her p-ssy
used to hide guns in the mattress
my money’s too big for these b-tches
no i don’t mix it with business
turn the whole d to a bentley
we flipping them chickens that benny
we mixing the molly with henny
these n-ggas they hating, they bout it
b-tch im a rival i got it
smoke too much loud for my pops
my b-tch is so ? , i got it
i pull my d-ck out let her suck it
these n-ggas talk guns they sh-t plastic
my n-ggas talk guns we bout action
we pull up on you whats happenin’ (i pull up on you, i pull up on you)
yeah, i pull up on you whats happenin’ (i pull up on you, i pull up on you)
aye,i pull up on you whats happenin’ (pull up on you, pull up on you)
i pull up on you whats happenin’
pull up on you whats happenin’
pull up on you whats happenin’

[verse 2}
im trippin’ im trippin’ im losing myself
im k!lling the game and you know you can’t help
smoking backwoods, run the cigarettes
now i’m high off the percle sip
i f-ck that b-tch, bust a nut on her chest
you owe me money put gun on yo’ chest
my n-ggas, they k!llas’, they’ll k!ll ya
throw yo’ body in the river
smoke too much gas its a problem
you used to love me now u love him, huh
but your love won’t give me no digits
im high off the percs for the city, yuh
lean in my cup now i’m pourin’ up
gotta go get it no matter what
yuhh, man you gon’ make me pull up on you

[outro]
yeah, these n-ggas, these n-ggas they hackin’ time
these n-ggas, these n-ggas, these n-ggas
don’t make me pull up on you

- trill deus lyrics

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