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Pull up with my main
Fuck it
Fuck yo' bitch then I
Fuc- pull up will yo' bitch yea
Pull up with my main bitch yea
I fuck yo' bitch then I dip
I don't fuck with stupid bitches
But pull up with dummy bitches
Got the honey like its Cheerio
Fuck you bitch then I go
Woah woah woah woah take it slow
Go crazy like gonzo
Yea yea yea what the fuck woah
Yea yea yea I got the flow
Yea yea rinsing in water
while rinsing in water
I'm fucking yo' daughter
My VVS's water
My fit is all water
Pull up with my main bitch yea
I fuck yo' bitch then I dip
I don't fuck with stupid bitches
But pull up with dummy bitches
Pull up with my main bitch yea
I fuck yo' bitch then I dip
I don't fuck with stupid bitches
But pull up with dummy bitches
Yea woo yea woo yea woo
Fuck yo' bitch yo' bitch nigga
Fuck yo' bitch yo' woe nigga
Fuck yo' bitch yo' hoe nigga
Fuck yo' bitch yo' show nigga
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
I been on some fire, some fire I might drop
That'll be a buyer, a buyer who might cop
A buyer I can't shop
Buy her you'd get mopped
Got a gun got a mop
Got a tit plus a dick
Gotta get with yo' bitch
Tit or tat with yo' bitch
Chi for chat with his click
We can't chi for chat with that shit
I'm just chasing down a bag
And I do it real fast
While I'm counting all this cash
You my pants yea that's Raf
So much paper got my pants saggin'
Damn what is the beat it got me relaxing
Yea fuck up the syllables, but they is still killable
Like who is you like who is he killin' me
Man he is not touching us, they can't run with us
Like wha- what's the dream
I jus' wanna know it dissapeared, what's the dream
Who really feeling me, I'm feeling you
Nobody, I can't do this alone I do need
Somebody, can you be the one who takes me
Far away, go some place I ain't been before but I might
Go today, I don't even know what to say
But I'll go anywhere I don't care
Like nigga who the fuck is there
It's like mo you know it suck
You already know that's mo
My pockets is green my pockets I blow
Smoking supreme let's take a do- yea that dope yea
I got my scope
How I leave the club without my coat
Fuck it
Fuck yo' bitch then I
Fuc- pull up will yo' bitch yea
Pull up with my main bitch yea
I fuck yo' bitch then I dip
I don't fuck with stupid bitches
But pull up with dummy bitches
Got the honey like its Cheerio
Fuck you bitch then I go
Woah woah woah woah take it slow
Go crazy like gonzo
Yea yea yea what the fuck woah
Yea yea yea I got the flow
Yea yea rinsing in water
while rinsing in water
I'm fucking yo' daughter
My VVS's water
My fit is all water
Pull up with my main bitch yea
I fuck yo' bitch then I dip
I don't fuck with stupid bitches
But pull up with dummy bitches
Pull up with my main bitch yea
I fuck yo' bitch then I dip
I don't fuck with stupid bitches
But pull up with dummy bitches
Yea woo yea woo yea woo
Fuck yo' bitch yo' bitch nigga
Fuck yo' bitch yo' woe nigga
Fuck yo' bitch yo' hoe nigga
Fuck yo' bitch yo' show nigga
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea
I been on some fire, some fire I might drop
That'll be a buyer, a buyer who might cop
A buyer I can't shop
Buy her you'd get mopped
Got a gun got a mop
Got a tit plus a dick
Gotta get with yo' bitch
Tit or tat with yo' bitch
Chi for chat with his click
We can't chi for chat with that shit
I'm just chasing down a bag
And I do it real fast
While I'm counting all this cash
You my pants yea that's Raf
So much paper got my pants saggin'
Damn what is the beat it got me relaxing
Yea fuck up the syllables, but they is still killable
Like who is you like who is he killin' me
Man he is not touching us, they can't run with us
Like wha- what's the dream
I jus' wanna know it dissapeared, what's the dream
Who really feeling me, I'm feeling you
Nobody, I can't do this alone I do need
Somebody, can you be the one who takes me
Far away, go some place I ain't been before but I might
Go today, I don't even know what to say
But I'll go anywhere I don't care
Like nigga who the fuck is there
It's like mo you know it suck
You already know that's mo
My pockets is green my pockets I blow
Smoking supreme let's take a do- yea that dope yea
I got my scope
How I leave the club without my coat
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Writer(s): Christopher Allen
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