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be mine - p-pullz lyrics

p-pullz (ft. arjay mian, jorrell redsun, q-popi, and stelf index) – “be mine”
[produced by stelf index]

[verse 1: arjay mian]
like cream, i’m making it. when frozen, you shaking it
hot ‘til you bake in it. put down the bacon bits
move -ss, hot flash, nasty bounce like taxi
on road, broke, and trashy. police flash me
what the h-ll? you want donut discount? i don’t
fear guns. i make runs, still sell honey buns
urban, surburban. rock jewel in turban
crash into suburban urban p-ssenger
ride, motherf-cker. a live motherf-cker
yelling out, “middle eastside, motherf-cker!”
million plans, million fans
shoplift sh-t, i cut off right hand
wrap currant jam like toe on bed corner
smash living on avenue p. dash
a-r-a-b, p-pullz faculty star
and i don’t bling bling—i ba la la la laaa!

[verse 2: jorrell redsun]
ha ha ha ha haaa! check out my bizarre
over sixty sh-t. no denture grip
or v–gr- to boost my d-ck with. pick the largest chicks
looking s-xy in their thick cholesterol skin
head throbbing—give me some aspirin/-ss-pirin
receiving cash again—emcee on back pension
intentions to blow some on otb. listen closely
pimp of the century. the f-ck you supposed to be?

[hook: q-popi] (x2)
i don’t care if you don’t care. if it’s
good for you, it’s good for me too
come on. let’s get to it
baby, baby, i will drive you crazy
just one touch and you’ll be mine

[verse 3: stelf index]
automatic cloaking, double-chocolate black -ss provoking
stacks to be pushed across the table to me
fatal cable, index reach your naval and smash cakes
cradle rock your face in stone, pr-ne to be loved
by rats, pheasants, and birds with pet cats that lack fur
hanging on every word (uh huh, uh huh)
disturbed occurrence, index intelligent endurance
invisible furnace trap you in snafu
cracked cashew. soul out the book—can’t cash you
broke on earth, we like cash. you?
-ss through career and gl-ss window
widow glad you’re gone and i’m yelling out, “ditto!”
silhouette glow shiny, flow sperm ‘til dust blow
must grow love for the dumb–ss hoes
but don’t get it twisted. i want a girl with brains that’s willing
to share ‘em with me, reach for these and teach me

[verse 4: q-popi]
one—f-ck it—two
got you stuck to q-popi. you’re not lasting
asking, “is this the end?” like when edition was new
ponder on that. i got good news
getting the queso, now you’re moving your -ss because i say so
hoping for the possibility to be with me for a second
i reckon not. i’m wrecking, yes. in touch with breast
a beast who fiends for chicken meat
who push their own whips and like it with whips
i get the cool whip and spread it on the cut. so what?
friend or foe, send a nympho. order info:
one, triple-eight. q-p-o-p-i
see eye, hit eye—now they can’t see
no more out eye. no worry, no cry
we can get it on tonight, alright?
‘cause, like broken eyeb-lls, i’m out of sight

[hook: q-popi] (x3)
i don’t care if you don’t care. if it’s
good for you, it’s good for me too
come on. let’s get to it
baby, baby, i will drive you crazy
just one touch and you’ll be mine

- p pullz lyrics

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