Young Thug

Young Thug - Pull Up lyrics

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We bout to pull up, we pull up when we wanna thug up

I don’t tell ‘em right then I get more fuckin

Let go, let go

Make city, falley, peaching, walley and make me pull up

Maley clean up in the style

Plus I’ll put up, every nigga come to me and make believe my nigga gona pull up

Travel, dance he gonna make your bitch just pull up

Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

Next thing nigga pull up,

I’mma hit it from the back, I’mma pull up on a nigga with this bitch pussy wetter than a lake

Young Quan got a niga bitgch clown o the sea in the back on the new car, no pay

Got more loud than a parade, no copy but on her face I paste

Host balling this and slurred

Drop the nigga here and they know

Young niga dime me go loud like a ?

Young Mula I face, swear to gGod I got a ? full with my shoes

Get fuck from my face and pull up to

Make city fallow feature willey make me pull up

Malley cleaner then a stylist as I pull up

Had the nigga in the corner, plus I pul up

Believe my nigga gonna pull up

Trap and dance he gonna make your day

Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

Make that nigga wanna pull up

Pull up on a nigga in a new car

Then I might pull up on a new car

Fuck one I’mma pull up in new gates

Still have money in the shut box

Still got hoes in the South side

I set twenty four make it alright

Talk shit, I shut I won’t fight

I’ve done a lot of shit they don’t know about

And we gota hundred bitches

I don’t know why, me and?

With all nine I will be shit that’s why they hating

I made it and when they kinda stuggle ?

Mad city, falley bitches waley make me pull up

Maaley cleaner then the stag pluss I pull up

Get a nigga go around and tell me

They believe my nigga gonna pull up

Trap and dance he gonna make your bitch pull up

Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up

I don’t know nothing of these nigga

All my nigga they balling, better believe that

And I ain’t need stunning I need air

But if she ever be they believe in their pull up

Better lay with me, get off your skirt

Try to make it on, pull up, pull up

I dn’t know nothing the people done

I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know

That’s on my style

I just don’t remember these niggas

I don’t remember these bitches

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