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Charley Hood - Pull Up lyrics

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Pull Up by Charley Hood


(Hook)
Ok, I pull up, hop out, stunt and I skirt off
Even with my shirt off, b**ch, ye, I skirt off
She in my passenger seat with her skirt up
She in my passenger seat with her skirt up
(Verse)
Yeah, yeah, yea, C-Hood, Terax on me like f**k it, let's blow it
Big kush, big bottles, yea, we blowin'
Hot box in the bathroom with the b**ches
Snort lines off of homegirls, that's the business
We just had a show in the slack in the party
In a foreign whip, gettin' hoes with Charlie
All you see is 'rarris, Porsches and Benzes
The hommie put fows on the benny straight killin'
This is Pushaz Ink baby, yeah we do it big
You can catch me two-steppin like my relatives
West Side, Englewood, you know I give it up
East side of the map, yeah my nigga I throw it up
Its C H double O D and I aint never change
Still sippin' champagne with the same gang
I went to jail, died and then retorted to the game
Right back, big guap and the pinky ring
I'mma gangsta, nigga woo woo
Same lil too' with the tools and the jewels
I pull up on yo beam like momma what it do?
I smoke one or two, get in that pussy and I'm through like
(Hook)
Ok, I pull up, hop out, stunt and I skirt off
Even with my shirt off, b**ch, ye, I skirt off
She in my passenger seat with her skirt up
She in my passenger seat with her skirt up
(Verse)
Ok, we show up, hood's gettin' doughnut
Hope ya brought a 4nut, spilled it to a doughnut
I'm me o-stitchin', dubs with the stitchin'
Motha was the case, caught that nigga with my midget
We don't need no witness, nah, nigga, close yo eyes
I won't tell nut' sit this, nah, I'mma do my time
Cookin' up hoes the prize, bling at her while I'm peekin'
Nigga want the cliss, I'mma cook him up a treagen
I'm one in a million', yo minute is gotta live wid it
You livin' on ball time (You livin' on ball time)
I pull up without a blimage, ten toes up in the trenches
These shoes ya can't buy (Ohhhhh)
Okey, I skirt off, chess take ya shirt off
I don't f**k with all the dirty dealers like Merktoff
Me a C-Hood and the ass like beness
If ya playn wit yo hood, just sayn what yo chance
Oh, God
(Hook)
Ok, I pull up, hop out, stunt and I skirt off
Even with my shirt off, b**ch, ye, I skirt off
She in my passenger seat with her skirt up
She in my passenger seat with her skirt up
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