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foolery - yung pullup lyrics

(pullup)
running up the sack
i’m the running back
trying jack the sack
i’ma nola clap
f*ckin on yo b*tch
that’s a body bag
catch an opp slippin
molly wopped his ass

(fats the scammer)
ay b*tch, you sound dumb asf
f*ck i look like pouring this drank
without my double cup
huh yeah so it’s for the hype
lil b*tch know i’m up
so i know she still gon let me pipe
woooooo i just want the coochie
f*ck i look like that last n*gga trying eat yo booty
aye, who? i heard they letting up pauly in the cutt
with two drake’s send him up

(yung dd)
two glock twenty*six yeah im loaded up
n*gga run up on me ima have his ass double dutch
ion f*ck around yeah i’m fitted up
f*ck a bad b*tch with her friend
my d*ck glittered up
(pullup)
yeah i’m turnt up
my eyes burnt up
sipping on duce whilе i count the blue faces up
pg thе label we some bloodhounds
running around the town bouta get it now

(fats the scammer)
hold up wait please don’t get me started
i be round all the baddest bithces and i still be fartin
aye hold up who got jewelry
i bet my n*ggas hands woulda went up if i said properties
aye, yall ain’t foolin me
you ain’t send a pound on a hound in them shiesty streets
aye yo n*gga, not a leader
nineteen forty*two & bnbs yo b*tch been an eater

(yung dd)
she a nasty b*tch yeah she clean the d*ck
ball head mr clean the way she clean the d*ck
i’ma real n*gga and i ain’t never snitch
run it up by myself i ain’t need a clique

(pullup)
this vlone tee right here
yeah it’s one of none
black on black rover sliding like a young don
dior kicks cost eleven hundon
some the same week as lil boosie nem
(fats the scammer)
but who gives a f*ck
gelato thirty one and pink runts
bithc come live it up
aye yeah me and my n*ggas styling
i got n*ggas in the dirty glove and they really wylin
woooo yeah b*tch we don’t play fair
seven six two’s rip him up like a grizzly bear
wye yeah my pockets always full
covid nineteen get me up
i might move out the hood
huh yeah i don’t need a clique
a hundred round drum with a compressor
i’ll burn this b*tch
hold up aye
i’ts a pandemic
let me get yo cash app b*tch and reek all the benefits
i’m just getting started
i ain’t really mean that last sh*t i said about fartin
ha, yeah b*tch i got manners
catch me in the trap with three computers and a pole dancer

- yung pullup lyrics

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