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young thug feat. yak gotti - pull up on a kid lyrics

i know all my whips are foreign, i know all your b-tches boring
i know i gained me some weight when i was tourin’
fresh and clean like a new born, i wet that b-tch and then wet yours
i ride that b-tch with no insurance, what you tell ’em thugger?

pull up on a kid, pull up on a kid
pull up on a kid, pull up on a kid
pull up on a kid, pull up on a kid
pull up on a kid, baby pull up on a kid
pull up on a kid
pull up on a kid
you need to pull up a on kid, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(ysl, thugger, thugger, baby)
ooh she bad, d-mn she bad, yeah she bad, yeah
michael jackson, freddy jackson check my jacket, yeah
balmain jeans, extended tee, that my swag, yeah
bad b-tch, know i’m loaded, so they taxing, yeah
write it off, hold it, make her come back like she owe me
she know it, i tapped on that -ss and she turn around and show it
oh lord, moved out of miami now she think she’s zoeing
they know it, they tall and they short
fresh as a peppermint, threesome like sandwiches
almost couldn’t handle it, i don’t establish it
popping these xannies and percs, i’m dranking that lean and i’m smoking that good
told that little b-tch i want to see her topless just like a hood

i’m back, where i motherf-cking left that
minor setback for a major f-cking comeback
wrap the f-cking show, rock and roll this a death trap
playing with my slimes, you won’t make it out the exit
mr. brazy ho, mr. brazy ho
anybody get it, enie-meenie-mo’
i’m the same n-gg- used to pull up on the mail truck
if you ask me, it feel good

- young thug feat yak gotti lyrics

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