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Pull Dat Cash Out / December

Trouble, Mike Will Made-It, LIL 12018年3月23日

歌詞

Pull Dat Cash Out / December (Explicit) - Trouble/Mike Will Made It/LIL 1

30 you a fool for this one

 

Eardrummaz

 

Young n**ga ballin' like Curry b**ch keep stalkin' my jewelry

Sixes all on the curb know a young n**ga swervin'

All my young n**gas lurkin' b**ch get missin' on purpose

With my b**ch she still flirtin' what's a dick that's a thirty

I ain't f**kin' with no crab b**ch baby pull that cash out

Pull that cash out baby this your last shot

I ain't f**kin' with no pussy n**ga who gonna be tearin' out

You gonna be tearin' out

You ain't gonna bust nann shot

I can't believe these pussy n**ga tryna beef about this h**

This a freak this ain't ya h**

You ain't street boy you'z a h**

I was tryna find out how f**k that he came through the hole

How the f**k da spot got hot found a leak went through ya hole

You been pillow talkin' woe real killa talkin' cold

Real n**ga talkin' codes I say jigga that's a low

Got a jugga in DC fight that jigga off in court

 

So many jugg I need a bankroll just like Hov

Send a bankroll not these h**s

Rest easy Bankroll still my bro

Gotta stay on tippy toe

Goin this way way up on you h**s

D**n right off in this b**ch I'll put this K up on her bro

I was just tryna get money you tryna fade the draco

Young n**ga ballin' like Curry b**ch keep stalkin' my jewelry

Sixes all on the curb know a young n**ga swervin'

All my young n**gas lurkin' b**ch get missin' on purpose

With my b**ch she still flirtin' what's a dick that's a thirty

I ain't f**kin' with no crab b**ch baby pull that cash out

Pull that cash out baby this your last shot

I ain't f**kin' with no pussy n**ga who gonna be tearin' out

You gonna be tearin' out

You ain't gonna bust nann shot

Pussy n**ga thought that he was mob he just a mascot

Young Vito way rookie of the year like Prescott

I got young killas just like Curry they don't miss a shot

They don't miss a shot I send 'em straight up through ya spot

N**ga had da nerve to ask Lil' One bout a pussy a** b**ch

That h** don't belong to me or you that h** belong straight to dick

These h**s belong straight to dick I'ma young n**ga from the bricks

Ain't got feelings for a b**ch unless she tryna get me rich

 

Money power respect though pulling up by the bankroll

Want some problems ain't think so want some smoke ain't think so

Hangin' out with them dracos walkin' up with them dracos

Mob for life that's the way it go

Cross ya out that's the way it go

Young n**ga ballin' like Curry b**ch keep stalkin' my jewelry

Sixes all on the curb know a young n**ga swervin'

All my young n**gas lurkin' b**ch get missin' on purpose

With my b**ch she still flirtin' what's a dick that's a thirty

I ain't f**kin' with no crab b**ch baby pull that cash out

Pull that cash out baby this your last shot

I ain't f**kin' with no pussy n**ga who gonna be tearin' out

You gonna be tearin' out

You ain't gonna bust nann shot pussy

 

Ayo troub get at me bruh it's Mike Will

 

I'm at the yo

 

It was me callin' from that 404 number man like

 

This my new number bruh get at me I'm at the yo

 

***歌詞來自第三方***