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tzb & cutthroat musik – pull up كلمات اغاني

pull up lyrics
[produced by kronic]

[intro: cutthroat]
cutthroat musik entertainment, ayy (gang gang) ayy, you know what the f_ck goin’ on, man (gang gang, b_tch_ass n_gga) whole lotta cutthroat sh_t goin’ on, n_gga
yuh, yuh, ayy

[verse 1: cutthroat]
we all dream to be the best, but you know we scared to fail
either you got hoop dreams, or you playin’ wit’ a scale
i put ice around my neck ‘cause you know the world is h_ll
jesus piece, it got my back like it’s chiropractic, yeah
i from the city where dope boys turn into dope f_ckin’ fiends
i’m from the hood where they ain’t had no daddy in the crib to intervene
i can tell you about my journey and all the sh_t that i done seen
yеah, i had a lot of drugs running through my system at sixteen
riding ‘round reckless through thе southside smokin’ on weed
tryna hit another l!ck before my pockets go on motherf_ckin’ e
we was pourin’ up 4 fo’ 4 like we worked at wendy’s
spending all my money on drugs and the guns and the d_ckie jeans
i didn’t party for a whole month straight when i seen ‘em od
man that sh_t had a n_gga shook, had me shook like ali
whoa, yuh, yuh

[chorus: cutthroat]
big bag now they big mad (mad)
big slab when i pull up (pull up)
yeah, n_gga when i pull up (pull up)
big bag now they big mad (mad)
big slab when i pull up (i pull up)
yeah, n_gga when i pull up (i pull up)
yeah, n_gga when i pull up (i pull up)
big bag now they big mad (mad)
ima pull up in a big slab (yeah)
yeah, n_gga when i pull up
yeah, n_gga when i pull up
[verse 2: tzb]
i can’t give no f_cks about what n_ggas do
a n_gga stuck, cooped up in the f_ckin’ booth
dropped the top off my mind let my thoughts consume
overcame writer’s block with a fork and spoon
i eat n_ggas, ain’t stopping ‘til i reach six figures
got my hands down your throat like a motherf_cking dentist
i’m offended that you would even think about contendin’
n_gga, i p_ss you all off like liquor
never could spare one when i strike like hitler, blitzkrieg on yo ass
dropped more juice than an infant did
yet, the big homie say that i spazz on tracks
‘cause i popped more beats than dre on your ass
copped more weed
sour d tree, but it tastes so sweet
writin’ word for word, no stenography
before i shoot, i gotta give a speech
i’ll have your whole army crying ‘anarchy’
‘fore the end of the night, i might end all beef
gun to my dome, almost called it quits
thought of slanging bricks due to lack of wits
b_tch ass cops might keep their distance
but surveillance systems in the intersections
and they trace your facebook and your phone records
hack in camera phones so they could watch you jack it
and they take your fingerprints and run your tags
then the fed n_ggas stake out your crib
international? you goddam right, n_gga
global database got your ass on sight, n_gga
hide from who? go where? n_gga, we ain’t even on that
broadcastin’ in song lyrics, we gettin’
[chorus: cutthroat]
big bag now they big mad (mad)
big slab when i pull up (pull up)
yeah, n_gga when i pull up (pull up)
big bag now they big mad (mad)
big slab when i pull up (i pull up)
yeah, n_gga when i pull up (i pull up)
yeah, n_gga when i pull up (i pull up)
big bag now they big mad (mad)
ima pull up in a big slab (yeah)
yeah, n_gga when i pull up
yeah, n_gga when i pull up

- tzb cutthroat musik

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