Lyrics:
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Pump Up Pump Up Pump Up Pump Up Pump Up Pump Up
Pump Up Pump Up Pump Up Pump Up Pump Up Pump Up Pump Up
Yo you got to have the speed
at the Play-Doh (damn)
Got your bitch booty off a Percocet (damn)
Lil Pump only fly a private jet (ooh)
The ice on my wrist make her pussy wet (yeah)
Rich
the riverside
Jump the jets with pompadour guineas mark
The polymer with a slide
Strut the stuff with the tatooed Jimmies when
They swing Balboa down
always wet
I drowned last time I gave her head
Wet Jet
Wet Jet
Wet Jet, wet
Oh my God
Wet Jet
Wet Jet
Wet Jet, wet
She got me cold as fuck
My sheets is
Lil Pump, ice jet ski
In love with money
Man these bitches don't impress me
Yeah, I'm in designer, I'm on them drugs
That's the recipe fresh to death,
Fire burn
Fire burn
Fire burn
Fire burn
Eyyyy
Fire burn bastard
You don’t want the smoke or want the lung cancer
Me I got gat I got Pump action
I
Huh, It's Gucci
Ooh
Huh, Wop, whah
Lil Pump
Brr, yeah, blah, oh, blow
M-M-M-Murda
Murda on the beat with the murder man
Ben Simmons shake
and some kiwi, ooh
Lil Pump stay geekin', ooh
Everybody know I'm next, ooh
Pump whippin' like a chef, ooh
Takin' off in a jet, ooh
Everybody know I
实力不匹配 你见到我就避讳 uh
最顶级的配备不会拿去跟你作比较
Make money make rain这种原理你们不知道
New jet new jet I got new (I got)
银色手套搭配最昂贵的宇航服uh
New jet new jet I got new(I got)
neck
Ooh, I just love to flex
Yeah, off four Xans Rick Rubin on a jet
Wrists so cold, wrists so wet
Lil Pump do be runnin' that check
Wrists so
You can see Lil Pump wandering the halls of a school carrying huge bags of pot
Turns out that school was a local Catholic elementary school
kicked me out the plane off a Percocet
Now Lil Pump fly a private jet
Everybody screaming "fuck West Jet!"
Lil Pump still sell that meth
Hunnid on my
bitch, with the pump (fuck yah)
B.C. came with the funk (fuck yah)
Big Stacy, bitch wanna taste it (yah)
Give me face in a jet, that's a facelift
cannot wait 'til the jet lands
Congratulations (yeah)
Lil Pump just popped eight Xan's
All these bands can't fit in this rucksack
(Woo, too many pounds)
Lil Pump)
Don't wanna look at your eyes when I talk to you (huh, yeah)
I know you a hater (yeah, huh, brr)
I could see your whole motherfuckin'
Ayy, Lil Pump brr, brr
I'm off 4 Xans ouu, yeah
Louis all over my bag, forty
Bands on my lap, ouu, damn
Louis all over my bag, forty
Bands on my
Move with the air with the sounds that you like to hear,
Modern Talking back for 1998!
We're doin' it live on your 98.7 station.
Pump up the sound,
Yea Haha niggas it's 2006 and I'm back in this bitch
G-Unit
When I come through I'm comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We don't permit
Can you live through a liar?
Pump a jet 'til I'm puttin' out the fire
Singin' rhythm feelin' like I'm in a choir
Only got here through the people I
class, coach i ask you to do the math,
look at my stats and tell me, who's the one, who's always coming back
Push it up
and pump that,
Pump that,
Run
next
I'm comin to pump ya chest ya
I broke was as hell alone and sitting on that sofa
I was depressed drunk and high sniffin on that coka
My Parents
Lil Pump, yeah, huh? Brr, ooh
Oh my God, Ronny
Goyard on my belt, uh
(yeah) , whip it like I'm Steph, uh
Which one (O oh) of you bitches am I gonna
It's the return of the wild style, wild style (it's the return)
Just pump the volume up (that real shit)
The wild style, wild style (Statik
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga) hey
Automatic (auto), automatics (yeah), in the trunk
Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump
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