Pull-up Lyrics

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I be like wussup baby how you doing, lil mama you should pull up

You know that I'm wit it, Michael Jackson this a thriller

I am not a saint baby you went and found a sinner

You know what I'm on when I say baby where my dinner

I been lit too long I been too hot I been on top before

They don't want no problems they can't touch I might just pop the smoke

I just copped my Hemi windows tinted cause it's gas in here

I can feel these niggas changing on me in the atmosphere

All these bitches want me cause I'm hot I got sex appeal

Labels tryna cop what I been on but I can't sign the deal

Niggas always ask me what's the move I be like bro for real

If you ain't talking money nigga what you talking bout

That's why I always run my mouth cause nigga I got large amounts

I like to dip when shit go get fishy bruh i cause ion fuck trout

I been grinding since a youngen nigga had to tough it out

I been worried bout my future nigga I'm sorry for the drought

I got Prada, i got Dior, I got Fendi, I got Gucci too

Had to paint the picture just so I could show the Louie ouu

Know I got that loud look in my pack yea it's gorilla glue

Know you fucking wit animal I'm jumping out the zoo

Aye

I be like wussup baby how you doing, lil mama you should pull up

You know that I'm wit it, Michael Jackson this a thriller

I am not a saint baby you went and found a sinner

You know what I'm on when I say baby where my dinner

Lil shawty know wussup, she like to fuck she like It bend it back

She the type to work up on that pole I guess she in that

She don't have to ask me for no favors yea she got some racks

You wonder why she got an only fans that's why she charge a tax

Face it bitch you can't hang wit us you just too lame for us

Wonder I been like this so long I told them gas me up

Watch How I been stepping alpha beta this a major hit

Lock in on the moment cause I own it tryna savor it

I'm too legit to quit, I'm zooted at the ritz, the water on the wrist

And it ain't hard to tell them diamonds really dance for real

Opportunities be steady bussing out the vacuum seal

Grinding out the gutta, like no other wit the shits for real

Aye

I be like wussup baby how you doing, lil mama you should pull up

You know that I'm wit it, Michael Jackson this a thriller

I am not a saint baby you went and found a sinner

You know what I'm on when I say baby where my dinner