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young thug & rich homie quan - pull up lyrics

[intro: rich homie quan & young thug]
we ’bout to pull up (sheesh!)
who you pulling up with rich homie? young thugger
i’m talkin’ ’bout that’s my muhf-ckin’ brother (chee, chee, chee!)
let’s go, let’s go!

[hook: young thug & rich homie quan]
magic city (city), follies (follies), b-tches wildin’ (ooh), make me pull up (pull up, pull up)
molly cleaner than a stylist (hey, hey!), plus i pulled up
pull up…
if a n-gga come around talkin’ ’bout me
best believe my n-ggas gon’ pull up
pull up…
chopper dancin’, it gon’ make your b-tch -ss pull up
up, up, up, up
pull up (hey), pull up, pull up (hey), pull up, pull up (hey), pull up, pull up (hey)
up, up, up, up, up, up
pull up, pull up (hey), pull up, pull up (hey)
next thing you know a n-gga pulled up (hey, hey)
up, up, up, up, up, up
next thing you know a n-gga pulled up (hey! hey!)
next thing you know a n-gga pulled up (hey, hey)
up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up
next thing you know a n-gga pulled up (hey! hey!)
pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up (hey!)

[verse 1: rich homie quan]
pull up on a n-gga in a new car
then i might pull up on ’em in their boo car
f-ck one, i’ma pull up with two glocks
still throwin’ money in the shoebox
still got hoes on the south side
offset, 24’s make it low ride
talk sh-t, i shoot out both eyes
i’ve done did a lot of sh-t they don’t know about
me and thugga, and we got a hunna b-tches on the way
i got brothers who grew up in them trenches without a thang
without my name, i wouldn’t be sh-t, that’s why they’re hatin’
(rich homie) thank you lord, i made it
and when it come to strip club, my favorite

[verse 2: young thug]
i’ma hit it from the back
i’ma pull up on a n-gga with a b-tch, p-ssy wetter than a lake
young quan got a n-gga’s b-tch
clamped to the seat in the back of the new car, no pay
got more loud than a parade
no copy but her face i paste
hoes fight i say like a race
chop a n-gga in, body 3, no way
young n-gga, diamond yellow like i go to mays
wait, i’m movin’ these birds, nut in your face
skeet skeet skeet (nut in your face)
swear to god i think a blunt came with my shoes
(that’s the way they lay laced)
get the f-ck out my face and pull up to

[verse 3: rich homie quan and young thug]
i don’t know none of these n-ggas
all my n-ggas, they bout it, best believe they’ll pull up, pull up
and i ain’t even stunt a little bit
but if she want d-ck, best believe i’ma pull up, pull up
and i’ma pull up in the latest bentley
with your lady with me, make her mini skirt pull up, pull up
i’ma try to make it hurt pull up, pull up
lebron at the baseline pull up, pull up
i don’t know none of these people
i don’t know none of these people
i don’t know, i don’t know
i don’t know, i don’t know
gotta check my side, how you feel thug?
and i swear i don’t know nothin’ ’bout these n-ggas
know nothin’ ’bout these b-tches, nah

- young thug rich homie quan lyrics

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