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Pullin' Up (Interlude)

 

Pullin' Up (Interlude)

(álbum: Winter's Diary 4 - 2016)


Nigga please, soft as a pedicure
Came in to this job with a metal under my skirt
I heard he online, still thugging and keep capping
Had to put it down when I went up a tax bracket but
In person niggas is not 'bout it
It's easy to get to 'em like the community college
I schooling 'em all, I'm rule 'em, I'm running the mid-west
Jet skiing over my wrist, yellow as a piss test
Big black suburbans moving out through your cities
Big enough for the cheese and popping up like it's Philly
Big black machines get wet as a submarine
You fuck with the wrong one, they cook ya like Jimmy Dean
Cooking up for my nigga while checking the weather show
Blowing at all these bitches so tell 'em to pack a coat
They tell me my shit ain't dope, you wanna feature me, nope
Ain't feeling any of you niggas, I'm classic as piano, ho

Let the fucking record play
Tell them bitches I get back another day
They ain't feeding me or giving me a check
Shit I ain't gotta mingle or show 'em respect
These bitches ain't tough, that's cashmere
How you gon' keep up with the shoes that I wore last year?
How you gon' survive when this shit is 9 to 5
And you slipping out of bounds, you ain't seeing my lines
I see it all the time, these niggas they get comfy
Running with all these niggas a little rusty
Call me Hugh Hef, I'm pimping the whole biz
I'm moving these bitch's Jack to the back like a sew in
And when I get on the beat you can label it a goner
Read over this shit and it's bluffs like Eric Gardner
Guilty for the crime, I'm killing, this summer's mine
You thinking this shit a game, I'm pulling up on you now, yup

I've never seen anything like this before
(Can you hear me now?)
I'm pulling up on you now, yup
I'm pulling up on you now, yup

Where does this aggression come from I have to ask?
It's not aggression, I hate when people say it's aggression
A lot of times you know I'm just flexing for my haters
Because those are your biggest admirers
So it's not aggression
I'm not upset at anyone, I'm not mad at anyone you know
I'm just doing my thing
That's what these bitches don't like

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