Charley Hood

Charley Hood - Pull Up lyrics

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Feat. RJ

(Hook)

Ok, I pull up, hop out, stunt and I skirt off

Even with my shirt off, bitch, ye, I skirt off

She in my passenger seat with her skirt up

She in my passenger seat with her skirt up

(Verse)

Yeah, yeah, yea, C-Hood, Terax on me like fuck it, let's blow it

Big kush, big bottles, yea, we blowin'

Hot box in the bathroom with the bitches

Snort lines off of homegirls, that's the business

We just had a show in the slack in the party

In a foreign whip, gettin' hoes with Charlie

All you see is 'rarris, Porsches and Benzes

The hommie put fows on the benny straight killin'

This is Pushaz Ink baby, yeah we do it big

You can catch me two-steppin like my relatives

West Side, Englewood, you know I give it up

East side of the map, yeah my nigga I throw it up

Its C H double O D and I aint never change

Still sippin' champagne with the same gang

I went to jail, died and then retorted to the game

Right back, big guap and the pinky ring

I'mma gangsta, nigga woo woo

Same lil too' with the tools and the jewels

I pull up on yo beam like momma what it do?

I smoke one or two, get in that pussy and I'm through like

(Hook)

Ok, I pull up, hop out, stunt and I skirt off

Even with my shirt off, bitch, ye, I skirt off

She in my passenger seat with her skirt up

She in my passenger seat with her skirt up

(Verse)

Ok, we show up, hood's gettin' doughnut

Hope ya brought a 4nut, spilled it to a doughnut

I'm me o-stitchin', dubs with the stitchin'

Motha was the case, caught that nigga with my midget

We don't need no witness, nah, nigga, close yo eyes

I won't tell nut' sit this, nah, I'mma do my time

Cookin' up hoes the prize, bling at her while I'm peekin'

Nigga want the cliss, I'mma cook him up a treagen

I'm one in a million', yo minute is gotta live wid it

You livin' on ball time (You livin' on ball time)

I pull up without a blimage, ten toes up in the trenches

These shoes ya can't buy (Ohhhhh)

Okey, I skirt off, chess take ya shirt off

I don't fuck with all the dirty dealers like Merktoff

Me a C-Hood and the ass like beness

If ya playn wit yo hood, just sayn what yo chance

Oh, God

(Hook)

Ok, I pull up, hop out, stunt and I skirt off

Even with my shirt off, bitch, ye, I skirt off

She in my passenger seat with her skirt up

She in my passenger seat with her skirt up

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