Lyrics to ITSPULLUP
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First name you ain't, last name shit nigga
But I'd rather not be shit than be a bitch nigga
And I'd rather not be seen with them eitha
Can't smoke withcha can't have ya on the feature
Dippin with the onions and I still piss in public
Rock the same sweats all week
Still looking like new money it's pull-up
I work wheels off four of em, mugga man
Call em if you need more of em
Cold cash roll fast through the city I blow past
And I play real fuckin fast
See Mac wit a Bentley said I want one too, that was '02
All Star game yeah the navy blue
Tell you what I'm gonna do, get two of em
I don't like my old hoes went and got some new ones
Hit the refresh button only fuck her two times
She want that exclusive, the fuck you want?
Bring it back on her, it's G so you it's a stack only
Matter of fact homie, it ain't even up for discussion
Caina I can tell you never heard of it
What the hell can't I? Who's saying that I?
Ain't I on a ben? Ain't I? Ain't I? Ain't I? Ain't I?
Flyin on a red eye rock the Nike's untied
Kosher with the Hackneys and I'm good with the Cheena
Smellin like good grade and it's worth the price
It was grown indoors and sold outside
Best shit in town, dare a nigga deny
Hoppin out the water and I'm splashing off the high dive
Jumpin out the gym, pullin fans out the stands
It's cool to meet a fan, but I don't want to meet your man
Brody rollin off the xans, talkin wit his hands
If you say the wrong word, he'll help you learn the slang
You dig what I'm sayin?

Ion't know what you on but we petty over here
Dig it?
Dig it?

My niggas on the block, she gotta call first
We don't know you, ain't no question we gon draw first
You cut the corner out your circle, see it was worth it
Niggas look fraud and you know the truth hurts
Monopolize and draw lines and I'm takin turf
Strategize I'm on my grind, Im tryin to fit this twerk ?
Take a good girl put her on some shit
Yeah I hear you, but can you do it on the dick?
Shorty say she high, but she ain't really take a hit though
Girl you geeked up, please keep from the window
Catch you on the candid, throw me your panties
Ridin with the mannies, prolly with my family
Anywhere I'm at, you know a nigga got the grammies
Sell a lot of shit nigga, sorry no baggies
Got it out the mud, get it with the muscle
Pride in my hustle, can't tell a nigga nothin
Dig me?
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