victor sandman - pull up (intro) lyrics
[intro]
yea
yea
ya
ayy
over for you n-ggas
it’s over for you n-ggas ya
over for you n-ggas
this sh-t is over
b-tch i finesse
b-tch i finesse ayy
b-tch i finesse
b-tch i finesse ayy
b-tch i finesse
b-tch i finesse ayy
b-tch i finesse
b-tch i finesse ayy
pull up!
i pull up, i pull up
pull up!
i pull up, i pull up
ayy
[verse]
pull up on these n-ggas and you know we leave a mess
facetime all my hoes sometimes i never wanna text
reachin’ all my goals and now they call a n-gga messi
studied all you n-ggas you don’t ever wanna test
in and out
i’m in and out (yea)
i’m in the house
recording in my house (yea)
my momma couch
i was in my momma couch (yea)
my momma couch
i was in my momma couch (yea)
ayy
leave em out
we goin’ leave em out (when ya)
when you out, i’m in and out your house (and i)
f-ck your spouse, you know i f-ck your spouse (yeah)
in her mouth, i put it in her mouth
n-ggas left me in the cold they thought that i would die
i came back alive
the devil is a lie
b-tch i talked to god
the devil is a lie
b-tch i talked to god
the devil is a lie
pull up on these n-ggas and we send em to the sky
after high school young n-gga no tie!
after high school man i never wore a tie
i got mob ties
not a nice guy
pull up on these n-ggas, then i pull up on their ex
all these n-ggas hating on me ’cause they know i’m next
countin’ all these nike’s countin’ countin’ all these checks
countin’ all these nike’s young n-gga ’bout to flex
pull up on these b-tches (b!)
pull up on these b-tches (uh)
then pull up on these n-ggas
pull up on these n-ggas
on these n-ggas
pull up on these n-ggas
don’t f-ck with these n-ggas
don’t f-ck with these n-ggas (ayy)
don’t f-ck with these n-ggas
i don’t know these n-ggas
i don’t know these n-ggas
so i don’t trust these n-ggas
who the f-ck these n-ggas?
who the f-ck these n-ggas?
someone get your n-ggas
someone get your n-ggas
someone get your n-ggas out the bando
i kick it with my n-ggas they call me ronaldo
your b-tch she busty, b-tch she boujee man whatever say so
the b-tch (?) f-ckin’ no no
b-tch i came outta the house
came right to your spouse
i don’t f-ck witchu
and i don’t f-ck around
huh!
in her place, man i put her in her place
to my place said she coming to my place (yeah)
trappin’ with my n-ggas we been at it 94
all these n-ggas hating on me, what you hating for
i’m cooking cooking
b-tches, b-tches, b-tches like they ‘dore
came here for the drugs
and i want some more!
more!
and i want some more!
more!
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