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yesify & young vicious – pull up lyrics

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[intro: yesify & young vicious]
i got—i got young vicious—vicious on my track
h+ll yeah

[hook: yesify]
pull up to your house where you run up, p+ssy boy
i strike all these b+tches just to enjoy
keep talkin’ sh+t, you gon’ get hurt
stop on yo head, that leave you in the dirt

[verse 1: yesify]
p+ssy ass boy, i don’t want you in my sight
pull up on my street, and boy we gonna fight
knock yo ass out have you fl!ckin’ like a light (have you fl!ckin’ like a light)
why you want this smoke? you obviously gonna die
we gon’ come light up yo block
like the fourth of july
i’m comin’ for you at night like a plane
gonna aim straight up at your face
move, little b+tch, get out of my way (get out of my way)
[interlude 1: yesify & young vicious]
hahaha, okay, real sh+t
get ’em

[hook: yesify]
pull up to your house where run up, p+ssy boy
i strike all these b+tchеs just to enjoy
keep talkin’ sh+t, you gon’ get hurt
stop on yo head, that lеave you in the dirt

[verse 2: yesify]
walk up the street, ownin’ the block
just to disturb
forehead so big, you look like phineas and ferb
stop in the street, he made a swerve
pull him out the car, and kick him to the curb

[interlude 2: young vicious]
yo, yo, now young vicious
introducing
please stand up
check my sh+t
yo, haha
uh
yeah
[verse 3: young vicious]
i’m a sinister, minister, young v, on the scene
street dishes
whole crowd think i’m g+y ’cause i hate fake b+tches
i hit you with plates and dishes
keep givin’ me lip
i’ll pick your shoulder up and i throw it at you with your child in it
f+ck you, b+tch
keep talkin’ yo sh+t, all you do is talk yo trash
i’ma whoop yo f+ckin’ ass
sick of phony, fakin’ ass, p+ssy ass b+tches
always naggin’, b+tchin’ while i’m washin’ dishes
f+ck it up
yeah, we f+cked it up
f+ck you

[outro: young vicious & yesify]
f+ck all you haters
bye; see you later
haha
pull up to your crib, p+ssy boy
haha
p+ssy ass boys
f+ck you, p+ssy boy
i’m gonna—
ight, i’m finna pull out the strap; f+ck that sh+t
nah, sh+t, yeah
you pull up to my crib
i’m gonna shove the gun in your ribs
you f+ckin’ f+ggot
yeah
f+ck you



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