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pump flow - lil pump lyrics

[intro]
diablo on the beat, b*tch
ooh, b*tch
yeah, yeah, aye*aye
ooh, yeah, jet
aye*aye

[chorus]
most of my n*ggas got rich off of trappin’ (huh?)
most of my n*ggas got rich off of trappin’ (uh)
i make the work disappear just like magic (ooh)
i spent a million dollars on fashion (uh)
most of my n*ggas got rich off of trappin’ (ooh)
most of my n*ggas got rich off of trappin’ (uh)
i make the work disappear just like magic (yeah)
i spent a million dollars on fashion (uh)
most of my n*ggas got rich off of trappin’ (yeah)
most of my n*ggas got rich off of xanax (uh)
most of my n*ggas got bricks in the attic (yeah)
most of my n*ggas got bricks in the attic

[verse]
most of my n*ggas, they ratchet (yeah)
me and my brother f*ck both twin sisters (yeah, yeah, yeah), yeah
everything i drop is a hit (brr)
nut on a b*tch, then i get her dismissed (woo, woo)
nah, i don’t want her (nah)
i was sellin’ h in thе back of benihanas (ooh)
i’m in uganda (yeah)
rule numbеr one, f*ck a hoe with no condom (huh?)
yeah, i go harder and harder
i’m the same n*gga sellin’ xans to your daughter (aye*aye)
pull out the stick, harry potter (potter)
doin’ drive*bys in a charger (vroom*vroom)
pockets filled up with them blue face
sippin’ on drank, gettin’ mood swings (mood swings)
she let me play with her cooch, ayy (cooch, ayy)
in the back of the mulsanne (vroom*vroom, yeah)
jump in the moshpit, go, be first
f&n bullets go like “e*err” (e*err)
choppa hangin’ out my b*tch purse (huh?)
put your lil’ brother on a white t*shirt (oh*ooh)
i’m sellin’ dope out the doubletree
most of these n*ggas look up to me (uh)
dade county boy with the f*ckery (f*ckery)
yeah, this sh*t can get ugly (yeah)
she got an onlyfans, i’m takin’ the whole advance (ahh*ha)
i hit the money dance, i’m on like twenty xans (b*tch)
i’m flashin’ my toolie out, i’m fried like a fryin’ pan (ooh, ooh)
it’s my grandma first day out, we goin’ to ireland (yeah*yeah*yeah)
b*tch, i’m so rich, i could go buy me an island (nah, for real)
most of my n*ggas real life drug addicts (huh?)
most of my n*ggas got real bad habits (yeah)
i was sellin’ crack, then i bought me an aston (huh?)
she catchin’ nuts in the air, madden (woah)
she hop on the d*ck like a rabbit (rabbit)
cabinet filled up with them ratchets (bow)

- lil pump lyrics

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