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I know all my whips are foreign, I know all your bitches boring I know I gained me some weight when I was tourin' Fresh and clean like a new born, I wet that bitch and then wet yours I ride that bitch with no insurance, what you tell 'em Thugger? Pull up on a kid, pull up on a kid Pull up on a kid, pull up on a kid Pull up on a kid, pull up on a kid Pull up on a kid, baby pull up on a kid Pull up on a kid Pull up on a kid You need to pull up a on kid, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (YSL, Thugger, Thugger, baby) Ooh she bad, damn she bad, yeah she bad, yeah Michael Jackson, Freddy Jackson check my jacket, yeah Balmain jeans, extended tee, that my swag, yeah Bad bitch, know I'm loaded, so they taxing, yeah Write it off, hold it, make her come back like she owe me She know it, I tapped on that ass and she turn around and show it Oh lord, moved out of Miami now she think she's Zoeing They know it, they tall and they short Fresh as a peppermint, threesome like sandwiches Almost couldn't handle it, I don't establish it Popping these Xannies and Percs, I'm dranking that lean and I'm smoking that good Told that little bitch I want to see her topless just like a hood Songtexte Pull up on a kid, pull up on a kid Pull up on a kid, pull up on a kid Pull up on a kid, pull up on a kid Pull up on a kid, baby pull up on a kid Pull up on a kid Pull up on a kid You need to pull up a on kid, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm back, where I motherfucking left that Minor setback for a major fucking comeback Wrap the fucking show, rock and roll this a death trap Playing with my slimes, you won't make it out the exit Mr. Brazy ho, Mr. Brazy ho Anybody get it, enie-meenie-mo' I'm the same nigga used to pull up on the mail truck If you ask me, it feel good Pull up on a kid, pull up on a kid Pull up on a kid, pull up on a kid Pull up on a kid, pull up on a kid Pull up on a kid, baby pull up on a kid Pull up on a kid Pull up on a kid You need to pull up a on kid, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania