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Gustavo Adolfo Uribe & Fernando Dinero - Pull Up Skirt Lyrics




Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay

Damn chola I remember when we was lil' kids
On the bus stop talking 'bout stupid shit
But you's a thug chola now girl
You making blood money now girl
You keep it chromed on them rims girl
Everytime I see you, you got new letters on yo skin girl
Damn wassup, portraits on your arm
Looking hella hard, damn chola
Lookin' like she out
Who she be holding down now - chola?
Baby stroller, I can see pictures and posts of your life chola
Damn chola, But I don't see no other thug calling you wife chola
Man, but you still fine as hell, I remember when I would write your name
In my books, and steal a few looks
On the playground making up rhymes and making up
Hooks
And you's still a sexy ass chola
Damn, sexy sexy sexy sexy
Damn, hella sexy sexy sexy sexy

Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay

In stiletto heels chola
Tell me how you feel chola
Baby keep it real chola
I'll tell you how it is chola
I'm dropping all the other hinas now chola
You's a keeper, the lady of my dreams chola
Yeah, lingerie laced up and licorice skinned up
Smelling like strawberry and champagne, tasting like cherry whip cream up
I'm stupefied, with that skin leather as sexy threads
Im breathing deep (yeah), she make me weak with those legs
We chillin yeah (yeah), sipping that 'Tron, smoking that med
I'm bone daddy, 'cause I'm making that chola wet
She got legs like a river
In denial, damn my killer
She got that sex appeal chola
With that mini skirt and heels chola

Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay

Damn, from youngin' to thuggin'
To gunning, to running
Let me tell yourself something
From funnin', to nothing
And now you gotta
'Nother little one coming?
Damn, but you still don't hear me though
Sometimes I'm like damn I wish that chola would feel me yo
I'm like damn, If I could go back in see
If I could just make you my sexy chola queen
But we started slippin, split up different, living in different cities gifted
Growing up trippin', you had your path but I never gave up wishing
Damn, I should've reconnected but it is what it is
Maybe we'll meet again but it is what it - is chola
But you know something, grin chola
I'm trying to win, Mexi-can, Mexican ('cause I)

Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay

Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
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Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay

Damn chola I remember when we was lil' kids
On the bus stop talking 'bout stupid shit
But you's a thug chola now girl
You making blood money now girl
You keep it chromed on them rims girl
Everytime I see you, you got new letters on yo skin girl
Damn wassup, portraits on your arm
Looking hella hard, damn chola
Lookin' like she out
Who she be holding down now - chola?
Baby stroller, I can see pictures and posts of your life chola
Damn chola, But I don't see no other thug calling you wife chola
Man, but you still fine as hell, I remember when I would write your name
In my books, and steal a few looks
On the playground making up rhymes and making up
Hooks
And you's still a sexy ass chola
Damn, sexy sexy sexy sexy
Damn, hella sexy sexy sexy sexy

Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay

In stiletto heels chola
Tell me how you feel chola
Baby keep it real chola
I'll tell you how it is chola
I'm dropping all the other hinas now chola
You's a keeper, the lady of my dreams chola
Yeah, lingerie laced up and licorice skinned up
Smelling like strawberry and champagne, tasting like cherry whip cream up
I'm stupefied, with that skin leather as sexy threads
Im breathing deep (yeah), she make me weak with those legs
We chillin yeah (yeah), sipping that 'Tron, smoking that med
I'm bone daddy, 'cause I'm making that chola wet
She got legs like a river
In denial, damn my killer
She got that sex appeal chola
With that mini skirt and heels chola

Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay

Damn, from youngin' to thuggin'
To gunning, to running
Let me tell yourself something
From funnin', to nothing
And now you gotta
'Nother little one coming?
Damn, but you still don't hear me though
Sometimes I'm like damn I wish that chola would feel me yo
I'm like damn, If I could go back in see
If I could just make you my sexy chola queen
But we started slippin, split up different, living in different cities gifted
Growing up trippin', you had your path but I never gave up wishing
Damn, I should've reconnected but it is what it is
Maybe we'll meet again but it is what it - is chola
But you know something, grin chola
I'm trying to win, Mexi-can, Mexican ('cause I)

Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay

Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Pull up skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
Mini skirt ay
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Writer: Fernando Lemus, Gustavo Uribe
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