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Chef Boyerdee - Pull Up Lyrics



Chef Boyerdee - Pull Up Lyrics




White boy flow man going off Crazy
Put it in the universe Imma meet Jay Z
Fire your shots but you won't Even graze me
I fire back it won't even phase me
I said this before haters gonna Hate
This type of shit got you feeling Irate
Okay, just chill the f*ck out Bitch
You can give my ass a little lick
Or maybe even pucker up and Give a kiss
Cause I don't give a shit
I only give this dick
Beat the pussy up like I'm chris
Stick it in the pink never in the Brown
You bobbin yo head to the Mother f*ckin sound
Never a flop I'm not a Lonzo
I'm more jordan not Lebron tho
I'm talking about true goats
Shut you off like a comcast Remote
Got your girl looking at me and Im gonna get it right
Got the dime piece in my ride
Kill these hoes like they drink Tide
Starland getting afternoon Delight
Presidential treatment like Obama
Terrorize the game like osama
Better watch out I'm dropping Bombers
Killing the game more than Jeffrey Dammer
I'm next you're a goner
Fired off I'm a big mouth
Talking slow like I'm from the South
Spitting fast just for the shouts
More water getting out than my Sink water spout
Planted my seed now it starts to Sprout
If it gets too big abort it and Bounce
Theres only room for one in this House
Run this back I hit another route

You can't believe this
Pull up and imma bleed this
I'm ridin round my city
Letting everybody know they Need this
Pull it up on your genius
You're gonna wanna read this
Memorize it and repeat this
Blowing my shit all through ya Speakaz

I been finessin' like ed, edd, n Eddy
I got the recipe call me betty
Crocker, I'm mixing it up
Tim the tool man, fixing it up
And I'm late I'm late I'm late
For my very important date
I'm the white rabbit
Girls follow me, cause Im a habit
Screw, nut, bolt, and Im dabbing
And now I'm cruisin through the Streets
So smooth I'm feeling complete
But it doesn't matter
No clarity, bust my freak, still Mad as a hatter
Smoking loud, blowing that Shatter
Rain on you with my pitter Patter
I'm a musical theatre rapper

Crank that shit like a jack in the Box
Fast food for her when she Smackin it off
She's waxin it off like danielson On the porch
This shit more lit than the Human torch
Instagram live gonna have to Report
Soccer got a goalie, still gonna Score
I don't even gotta chase the Bootay
I told ya'll before she thinks I'm Groovay
Like Travolta on saturday night
Do it like nike bout to take flight
Sealin up the blunt so it stays real Tight
Bout to get my mind right
Then I head back to my crib
And what do I see
My shipment came in and i got Pounds of the sticky icky weed

So I break it down, roll it up, Light it up, Toke it up
Take a puff
Drink it up all night
Refill my cup
Cant seem to ever get enough
And now I'm drunk as f*ck
Feeling stuck on my couch
Until i'm passin out
Or until I foam at the mouth
Like a rabid squirrel after I hurl
And now everything is spinning
Is this what charlie sheen meant By winning
Seeing double call it twinning
Blood pressure seems to be Thinning
Take what I drank and we'd be Swimming
Now my conscious seems to be Dimming
Now I don't know where I'm Going
And I look crazy when I'm Grinning

Mama said don't do drugs, you Don't need it
How do I get through life not Screaming
I don't know so I blow my semen
Just to feel some dopamine, Fiendin
I'm a puzzle that can't be put Together
I look and feel under the weather
It comes around like playground Balls you tether
I'm a mess, full of stress, I Digress, Said it with my chest
Girls undress, I won't rest, No Protest, just joke and jest
I feel wrecked
But i'm the best, so don't test, You are less, it's no contest

You can't believe this
Pull up and imma bleed this
I'm ridin round my city
Letting everybody know they Need this
Pull it up on your genius
You're gonna wanna read this
Memorize it and repeat this
Blowing my shit all through ya Speakaz
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White boy flow man going off Crazy
Put it in the universe Imma meet Jay Z
Fire your shots but you won't Even graze me
I fire back it won't even phase me
I said this before haters gonna Hate
This type of shit got you feeling Irate
Okay, just chill the f*ck out Bitch
You can give my ass a little lick
Or maybe even pucker up and Give a kiss
Cause I don't give a shit
I only give this dick
Beat the pussy up like I'm chris
Stick it in the pink never in the Brown
You bobbin yo head to the Mother f*ckin sound
Never a flop I'm not a Lonzo
I'm more jordan not Lebron tho
I'm talking about true goats
Shut you off like a comcast Remote
Got your girl looking at me and Im gonna get it right
Got the dime piece in my ride
Kill these hoes like they drink Tide
Starland getting afternoon Delight
Presidential treatment like Obama
Terrorize the game like osama
Better watch out I'm dropping Bombers
Killing the game more than Jeffrey Dammer
I'm next you're a goner
Fired off I'm a big mouth
Talking slow like I'm from the South
Spitting fast just for the shouts
More water getting out than my Sink water spout
Planted my seed now it starts to Sprout
If it gets too big abort it and Bounce
Theres only room for one in this House
Run this back I hit another route

You can't believe this
Pull up and imma bleed this
I'm ridin round my city
Letting everybody know they Need this
Pull it up on your genius
You're gonna wanna read this
Memorize it and repeat this
Blowing my shit all through ya Speakaz

I been finessin' like ed, edd, n Eddy
I got the recipe call me betty
Crocker, I'm mixing it up
Tim the tool man, fixing it up
And I'm late I'm late I'm late
For my very important date
I'm the white rabbit
Girls follow me, cause Im a habit
Screw, nut, bolt, and Im dabbing
And now I'm cruisin through the Streets
So smooth I'm feeling complete
But it doesn't matter
No clarity, bust my freak, still Mad as a hatter
Smoking loud, blowing that Shatter
Rain on you with my pitter Patter
I'm a musical theatre rapper

Crank that shit like a jack in the Box
Fast food for her when she Smackin it off
She's waxin it off like danielson On the porch
This shit more lit than the Human torch
Instagram live gonna have to Report
Soccer got a goalie, still gonna Score
I don't even gotta chase the Bootay
I told ya'll before she thinks I'm Groovay
Like Travolta on saturday night
Do it like nike bout to take flight
Sealin up the blunt so it stays real Tight
Bout to get my mind right
Then I head back to my crib
And what do I see
My shipment came in and i got Pounds of the sticky icky weed

So I break it down, roll it up, Light it up, Toke it up
Take a puff
Drink it up all night
Refill my cup
Cant seem to ever get enough
And now I'm drunk as f*ck
Feeling stuck on my couch
Until i'm passin out
Or until I foam at the mouth
Like a rabid squirrel after I hurl
And now everything is spinning
Is this what charlie sheen meant By winning
Seeing double call it twinning
Blood pressure seems to be Thinning
Take what I drank and we'd be Swimming
Now my conscious seems to be Dimming
Now I don't know where I'm Going
And I look crazy when I'm Grinning

Mama said don't do drugs, you Don't need it
How do I get through life not Screaming
I don't know so I blow my semen
Just to feel some dopamine, Fiendin
I'm a puzzle that can't be put Together
I look and feel under the weather
It comes around like playground Balls you tether
I'm a mess, full of stress, I Digress, Said it with my chest
Girls undress, I won't rest, No Protest, just joke and jest
I feel wrecked
But i'm the best, so don't test, You are less, it's no contest

You can't believe this
Pull up and imma bleed this
I'm ridin round my city
Letting everybody know they Need this
Pull it up on your genius
You're gonna wanna read this
Memorize it and repeat this
Blowing my shit all through ya Speakaz
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Writer: Nicholas Boyer
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid




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Performed By: Chef Boyerdee
Language: English
Length: 4:39
Written by: Nicholas Boyer

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