Pull Up (feat. BG Peets)
Tammyy Spice
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Mob Pull up in the room I got everybody hostage Don't say nothing cause I'm ready to start blasting Niggas moving hot Ima show em I got that real heat It's one call My shooters leave you dead in the fucking street Heated like a canon You bitches know what's gon happen I don't talk online I save it for live action You was talking spicy But now you copping the plea You gon need more than water If you fucking with me Yes it's spice time at the top Yea it's been a climb Nigga asked to f*ck lol no I decline You ain't ready Mr Vine When I buss slow whine Want to feel it in my spine Run it back rewind Hold up It say bad bitch on id BGE first lady always with the team I don't even say too much I just say what I mean Bitches acting funny? Ima turn em to a meme It's big mama big commas Don't put me in no drama I be catching flights You could catch me in Bahamas I flip it like a coin toss that's why he want the head You could picture me in bed Uh moaning your name uh Dig dig dig dig dig in my back F*ck me from back daddy Ima throw that ass back This a new body boo Plus the glock I got two Make a bitch piss her pants fast Then we hit the dash dash Cash cash cashing checks they blue Ima slurp that dick up daddy like beef stew You could buy me Chanel Or maybe buy me some Gucci You know with or without you Ima always be gucci One more time it's Tammyy wit 2 ys I'm real look my eyes Getting high like a rise Henney in my cup I don't give a f*ck So watch your mouth bitch Before I pop my trunk Pull up with a crowd of niggas We might clap something Little mama got that ass She gon clap something You can't say that you a shooter You ain't wack nothing I'm with them niggas that was masked up before last summer Sending shots but stay missing That's a wack jumper Plug hit me trying to get rid of his last onion I watched niggas eat in front of me I ain't ask nothing Came up with them niggas with me when I had nothing Pull up in a two seater I'm with two eaters It's a cold world I don't do features She put 30 on that ass she got new features Love my bitches from the Pz I don't do divas And we all getting money I don't do leeches Said we all getting money tell me what's the word Spin the block so damn fast We done jumped the curb Bro just hit a flock that's 100 birds Bitch I throw my 3 like I come in 3rd Riding round with titties on the stick It's a drummer world Turn that boy folk blick hit And he better twirl Pull up with the stick Click click hit his jerry curl Get your bitch she a eater Henney out the bottle I don't do no margaritas My bitch a head turner like Tina It's big triple B It's still bread cheese sauce pizza Lil bitch
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