Pull up (Bonus)

All black, all that, high skirts, so bad
Undress, unpack, high heels, no flats
Purse full of cash
I know she's bad, she's bad, she's bad, she's bad

Hey!
Pull up, I need your love
Pull up, I'll be your drug
Pull up, can't get enough
Not enough, not enough, not enough

Yeah, I can't say no, can't say no, you're all that
I want some more, want some more, it's all bad
I can't let go, can't let go, I know that
I need your heart and your soul, yeah, all that

I could treat you right if you'd like
Baby, don't be shy, it's alright
You could stay the night if you'd like
Be my ride or die, Bonnie Clyde

So call and come over
I'm never sober, we could get closer (closer)
I'll get to know you, feel you all over (all over)
I'll get that closure
I'll just expose her (expose her)
This roller coaster (roller coaster)

All black, all that, high skirts, so bad
Undress, unpack, high heels, no flats
Purse full of cash
I know she's bad, she's bad, she's bad, she's bad

Hey!
Pull up, I need your love
Pull up, I'll be your drug
Pull up, can't get enough
Not enough, not enough, not enough

Yeah, I can't say no, can't say no, you're all that
I want some more, want some more, it's all bad (all bad)
I can't let go, can't let go, I know that (hey, hey, hey)
I need your heart and your soul, yeah, all that (hey, hey, hey)

Oh, I'm weak
I know the things that you can do to me
I won't get better 'til you fall for me
Want you to give your all to me (yeah)
Roll up and pass me just what you're having
Sip until we're nasty and almost half asleep
Smoke 'til we're laughing, the nerves are passing
Tell me all your bad dreams
We'll do those bad things

All black, all that, high skirts, so bad
Undress, unpack, high heels, no flats
Purse full of cash
I know she's bad, she's bad, she's bad, she's bad

Hey!
Pull up, I need your love
Pull up, I'll be your drug
Pull up, can't get enough
Not enough, not enough, not enough

Yeah, I can't say no, can't say no, you're all that
I want some more, want some more, it's all bad
I can't let go, can't let go, I know that
I need your heart and your soul, yeah, all that

All black, all that, high skirts, so bad
Undress, unpack, high heels, no flats
Purse full of cash
I know she's bad, she's bad, she's bad, she's bad



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Writer(s): Brandon Christopher Horth
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