Testo Pull Up - Nine
Testo della canzone Pull Up (Nine), tratta dall'album King
Think you the shit, well I'm different with it
And it's a real big difference when you sittin' in it
Locked in a Porta Potti, livin' in it
I'll show you how to get out, but it's gon' take a minute
You ain't got nothin' but time now
Your house, name, career, it's all on the line now
The crack, weed, the smoke, it's all in the air now
It's up to you, we either build or I'm gonna tear down
I'm here now and I'm hungry and you got food out
Nigga you got food out!
You better make me a plate and stop playin'
'Fore this AK come off the shoulder and start sprayin'
Yup, it's back to the old ways
You son ask questions, Thursday I fry
He sat fuckin' with my mon
I'm too wed to the bread, can't allow that
Leave you on the ground like falls back
Shell hit your chest, you fall back
If I was you, I'd just fall back
I got a tall gat, 6 foot 6
Bullets Bow Wow size, they will blow you to smithereens
Right out of your skinny jeans
It's like fuckin' car keys, I keep 'em in my jeans
In the window with the AK by any means
These young boys wanna test me or so it seems
Okay nigga, what up?
Find me where the money at, nigga, pull up
Or somewhere where there's bitches at, nigga, what up?
You said you need to talk to me, nigga, pull up
What up? Pull up
Find me where the money at, nigga, pull up
Or somewhere where there's bitches at, nigga, what up?
You said you need to talk to me, nigga, pull up
What up? Pull up
And stay off Instagram Live, nigga
Stop spreadin' them Instagram lies, nigga
You mad 'cause in life I play a bigger part
Don't make me double tap and show Instagram your heart
Bloodsucker, iffy motherfucker
Don't approach me, especially when I'm tipsy
So miss me off the list, motherfucker
I ain't nothin' like y'all, it ain't like y'all
And why would it be? I don't like y'all
Alright y'all, all in together now
Your shit dated, I got that forever style
You fuckin' kiddin' me and I don't talk to pedophiles
I'm 9 double M, I kill rappers and it's been a while
Allow me to reintroduce the God flow
Body blow, hit you in your chest and break your toe
I don't know why I'm still this nice
All I know is I've been this nice
Fuck what you sayin', I could win this fight
Just play the cards and spin this right, nigga
Okay nigga, what up?
Find me where the money at, nigga, pull up
Or somewhere where there's bitches at, nigga, what up?
You said you need to talk to me, nigga, pull up
What up? Pull up
Find me where the money at, nigga, pull up
Or somewhere where there's bitches at, nigga, what up?
You said you need to talk to me, nigga, pull up
What up? Pull up
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Writer(s): Keith Justice, Allen Arthur, Brittany Chikyra Barber
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