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ken carson - pull up (version 1) كلمات الأغنية

[chorus]
we got sticks, pull up, b_tch
ball like knicks, pull up, b_tch
i got l!cks, pull up, b_tch
let’s do a mo’f_ckin’ drill
it’s a mill’ in the house up the hill
ain’t n0body inside the crib
who ready to ride for real?
who ready to slide for real?
get down or lay down
and it’s lv all over my backpack, you know i don’t rock no sprayground
pull up on your block, you hear, “blatt, blatt”, you know that my n_ggas don’t play around
he was walking his kids to the bus stop, we left his body on the playground
i’ma let that sh_t hit with no silencer, i’ma let that boy know how the k sound

[verse]
you a b_tch, you a d_ck rider, yeah, these n_ggas don’t just be g_y now
f_ck your b_tch, then i’m out of there, i’m back on the block sellin’ big pounds
keep the whole thing, i don’t do no breakdowns
don’t do zips, boy, i don’t do no shakedowns
i was ridin’ ’round town with fifty pounds
this was your sh_t but, b_tch, this my city now
they was your b_tches, them be my b_tches now
sn_tch your sh_t, give me them
he was sellin’, but he ain’t get sh_t for them
left your boy down there, yeah, you ain’t shoot sh_t for him
i just rolled up my opp, yeah, i’m spliffin’ him
i’m smokin’ on whoever hate
i’m smokin’ on whoever fake
i’m smokin’, boy, i load up that k
and i’ll let that mo’f_cker spray, let that mo’f_cker hit, watch your body decay
that’s what you get for bein’ mad shady, that’s what you get for throwin’ shade
for a broke b_tch, i got cake
for a roach n_gga, i got raid
lil’ shawty said she want lil’ vamp, said she wanna f_ck, i took her backstage
h_ll nah, i ain’t wastin’ no time, i blow out her spine, she invertebrate
h_ll nah, i ain’t wastin’ no dime, h_ll yeah, this b_tch f_ck me, she ain’t worth a thin’
no, i can’t make the b_tch mine, know her ig, but don’t know her first name
and i don’t know her last either, i just know she a nat, eater
i’m rollin’ off a flat, geeked up, this ain’t fake, boy, you know my percs real
you thought you addicted to the pills? you addicted to fentanyl
we don’t play ’bout that sh_t over here, i get high and i switch up my gear
h_ll nah, i ain’t talking ’bout clothes, i’m talkin’ ’bout how i feel
these lame n_ggas talkin’ ’bout hoes, i’m tryna talk up a mill’
i’m tryna talk up a bill’, i wanna make the first trillion
got a bad b_tch, she sicilian, won’t talk, she just love the feelings
she a star, yeah, she can touch the ceilin’, model b_tch, yeah, i’m takin’ her down
if you wasn’t f_ckin’ with me way back then, sh_t, you ain’t gotta f_ck with me now
she ain’t know i f_cked on her best friend, just like 2pac, b_tch, i get around
it’s lil vamp, b_tch, that’s how i get down, f_ck your b_tch, move her outta your town
and you won’t never see the b_tch again, you lookin’ for her, but she with ken
me and your b_tch get lost
now she f_ckin’ with a boss
she talkin’ ’bout her favorite designer brands, i told her to take that sh_t off
we in my loft, yeah, we on top of the land, we north, but that head goin’ south
she goin’ crazy, she suck my d_ck with two hands, she won’t stop and i’m pushin’ her off
he talkin’ crazy, but he won’t pull up, b_tch
[bridge]
pull up, b_tch
pull up, b_tch
pull up, b_tch
pull up, b_tch
pull up, b_tch
pull up, b_tch
pull up, b_tch

- ken carson

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