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pull up - twotimevae lyrics

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[intro]
fah, fah, yeah
fah, fah, yeah
fah, fah, yeah
fah, fah, yeah

[chorus]
said you gon’ pull up, n*gga stop
just like a dread that boy finna knot
calling my big bro, he took off his top
[?] but he sleep ‘fore he drop
send that boy up in the air, marry popp’
with*with out my shoulders i can’t even walk no mo’
sippin’ on wock’ i talk slow mo’
burberry, prada, balenci’, balenci’, balenci
i want it i bought it lil’ ho

[verse 1]
f*ck it, hop out the coupe
pop out with gang we ain’t doing no truce
money or love, b*tch, it ain’t hard to choose
double my cup, b*tch, i’m pouring a deuce
the whip finna spin like a screw getting loose
low on the drank, b*tch, i need me a boost
conceal the weapon, i put it to use
bullets*bullets like [?] my choppa is zeus
they finna stop, b*tch, i’m still on the move
b*tch, i’ma star and he’s facing the room
pull up all black, b*tch, i’m feeling like zoom
shoot like a camera, a scope for the zoom
say i’m next up, b*tch, i’m coming in soon
my choppa sing like it’s in the tune
pull up with e, b*tch, i pull up with goons
oh, you want smoke, we pull up with the [?]
can’t*can’t do the actin’
the sh*t that i said really happened
i pull up they cut off the action
burn it like passion, a blunt [?] aim for the ash
i hit to the face and i pass ’em
that boy a fraction, the way he get slipped ration
now watch how his money subtracting
since they want it you cappin’
[chorus]
said you gon’ pull up, n*gga stop
just like a dread that boy finna knot
calling my big bro, he took off his top
[?] but he sleep ‘fore he drop
send that boy up in the air, marry popp’
with*with out my shoulders i can’t even walk no mo’ (yeah)
sippin’ on wock’ i talk slow mo’ (yeah)
burberry, prada, balenci’, balenci’, balenci
i want it i bought it lil’ ho

[bridge]
fah, fah
fah, fah
fah, fah
fah, fah

[verse 2]
they like choppa ain’t gon’ miss him
and my pops told me i can’t listen
lil’ internet n*gga, can’t fix ’em
caught him tryna ball out, i [?] him
foot on the gas i’m f*ck her to pistons
look at my chain, it’ll go like [?]
finna pull up on that boy
who you dissin’?
that n*gga soft tryna act like he isn’t
[outro]
two tone

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