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willtharapper - pull up hop out (gucci mane remix) lyrics

[intro: willtharapper]
what they like?
n-gga wanna fight?
oh, woah
it’s willtharapper boy
ay, ay, ay
ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

[chorus: willtharapper]
pull up and hop out
your b-tch she on my d-ck, woah
i work out, and purp out
her n-gga mad as sh-t, so?
i told him pop out, and pull up
he say he wanna k!ll me, oh
why he acting scary?
he got a 30, i knew he wouldn’t blow

[verse 1: gucci mane]
it’s gucci!
i rep the trap, though, but i’m talking facts though
you n-ggas trap slow, i’m in like i’m a fat hoe
i make it rain on m, but i’m not fat joe
i bought a plane jane, just to flood the benzo
pulled up in benzo, i don’t do the friend zone
ballin like an athlete, but never touched the end zone
ringside at a floor fight, diamonds f-cked up her eyesight
hoe, get your mind right, come trap with me on the blindside
loud ice and loud pipe, this that mogul life
i f-cked a mogul wife, even f-cked a promoter wife
life is a gamble, baby, f-ck with me and blow my dice
dodgin miami vice, got locked up in miami twice

[verse 2: willtharapper]
it’s time to let these n-ggas know
where i’m from, n-ggas k!lling over clothes
them b-tches trading up they goals for some dough
they’ll set a n-gga up, set they n-ggas up, anyone they know
for a come up, get they funds up, to get any kind of dough
i only f-ck bad b-tches, not just any type of ho
smoking strong all week, i don’t chief any type of dope
these n-ggas’ traps ain’t on the map
they moving any type of dope
selling crack stepped on like cracks
junkies don’t even wanna smoke
meet with the plug, take all the drugs
then i leave him on a boat
there ain’t no 30 in this bubble
just this nina in my coat
always got that d-ck up in her, swear selena jih ho
these b-tches uppity as f-ck
she ain’t green, she gotta go
that triple beam, it balance low
my diesel jeans, new balance flow
put my kids all on her lips, if that lil’ b-tch a childish ho
disrespectful, i respect who? not n0body, not a soul
my money running like a nose, it’s like my pockets got a cold
a lot of dope, snottin’ slow
i shoot ’til the chopper broke
she suck my d-ck, slob, and stroke
but she say she not a ho
i don’t argue, fight, or fuss
i catch my nut then adios
had to cancel all her plans
i bust all on her party clothes

[chorus: willtharapper]
pull up and hop out
your b-tch she on my d-ck, woah
i work out, and purp out
her n-gga mad as sh-t, so?
i told that n-gga pop out, and pull up
he say he wanna k!ll me, oh
why he acting scary?
he got a 30, i knew he wouldn’t blow

- willtharapper lyrics

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