Let's go yeah let's go yeah let's go yeah
It's Lil Fu**in Blurr
I pull up Range Rover cookie oder got a digi dash
Ricky on my jeans bitch they filled with hella cash
BB Simon's on my waist that's just to hold my f*ckin' strap
Mini Mac make that bitch go clap he keep on talkin' smack
I upgrade my whips hopped in a Tonka done with f*ckin' cats
Took Top up off my Lambo threw on wings it's black like f*ckin' bats
Yo dawg den lost his life to lil slatt you want your brother back
Yo hoe wanna be my wife I gave her back cause I don't f*ck with rats
Lil' Blurr rockin' the show might f*ck round blow up the stage yeah
Get rich f*ckin' these hoes I'm livin' my life just like it's a game yeah
And Blurr what bang these niggas be lame
I don't give a f*ck what you're sayin' yeah
You better just stay in your lane man this blick on my hip it go bang damn
I hit a bitch with a choke slam it's 392 to the ram
Yeah smokin' on gas and it's potent
Im high as hell talkin' to Sam
She suckin' my dick and she chokin' she tellin' me pull out the cam whoa
I pop out I look like the Omen
Got a Draco under my all back coat
High like an alien I like to float
Bitch I got hella guap and hella hoes
So much money it saggin my jeans
I walk to the plug then I pull out a roll
All these hoes wanna XO me
But I need them M's I told the bitch no
Lil Mvr bitch keep spitting out heat
And no i cant stop till my necky on froze
I pull up
Range Rover cookie oder got a digi dash
Ricky on my jeans bitch they filled with hella cash
BB Simon's on my waist that's just to hold my f*ckin' strap
Mini Mac make that bitch go clap he keep on talkin' smack
Want me a brand new Benz I don't need a label like f*ckin' a advance
Need me some brand new Bands I been gettin' money with all my friends
Lil nigga im from the D try stealing from me and we cut off ya hand
And bitch i cant do shit for free you want f*ck on me den come hit my hand
On some shit like that
This Draco bitch bite back
I done got used to the motherf*ckin' drugs
I'm straight I don't gotta fight back
Lil' mama Dasani I love when she ride me
I love when she throw that back
F*ck this bitch from the tropics she callin' me poppy
Bitch jumpy she make it clap
These niggas Mad as hell like it's not fair the way I throw these Rackies
Gang make it rain in the club we der all night it like a f*ckin' hobby
Balenci Caddy's call up Slatty
Pop percs just like they Krabby patties
Blowin the engine I'm f*ckin' the paint
Who in the passie bitch my ratchet
LIL MVR - PULL UP Lyrics
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Let's go yeah let's go yeah let's go yeah
It's Lil Fu**in Blurr
I pull up Range Rover cookie oder got a digi dash
Ricky on my jeans bitch they filled with hella cash
BB Simon's on my waist that's just to hold my f*ckin' strap
Mini Mac make that bitch go clap he keep on talkin' smack
I upgrade my whips hopped in a Tonka done with f*ckin' cats
Took Top up off my Lambo threw on wings it's black like f*ckin' bats
Yo dawg den lost his life to lil slatt you want your brother back
Yo hoe wanna be my wife I gave her back cause I don't f*ck with rats
Lil' Blurr rockin' the show might f*ck round blow up the stage yeah
Get rich f*ckin' these hoes I'm livin' my life just like it's a game yeah
And Blurr what bang these niggas be lame
I don't give a f*ck what you're sayin' yeah
You better just stay in your lane man this blick on my hip it go bang damn
I hit a bitch with a choke slam it's 392 to the ram
Yeah smokin' on gas and it's potent
Im high as hell talkin' to Sam
She suckin' my dick and she chokin' she tellin' me pull out the cam whoa
I pop out I look like the Omen
Got a Draco under my all back coat
High like an alien I like to float
Bitch I got hella guap and hella hoes
So much money it saggin my jeans
I walk to the plug then I pull out a roll
All these hoes wanna XO me
But I need them M's I told the bitch no
Lil Mvr bitch keep spitting out heat
And no i cant stop till my necky on froze
I pull up
Range Rover cookie oder got a digi dash
Ricky on my jeans bitch they filled with hella cash
BB Simon's on my waist that's just to hold my f*ckin' strap
Mini Mac make that bitch go clap he keep on talkin' smack
Want me a brand new Benz I don't need a label like f*ckin' a advance
Need me some brand new Bands I been gettin' money with all my friends
Lil nigga im from the D try stealing from me and we cut off ya hand
And bitch i cant do shit for free you want f*ck on me den come hit my hand
On some shit like that
This Draco bitch bite back
I done got used to the motherf*ckin' drugs
I'm straight I don't gotta fight back
Lil' mama Dasani I love when she ride me
I love when she throw that back
F*ck this bitch from the tropics she callin' me poppy
Bitch jumpy she make it clap
These niggas Mad as hell like it's not fair the way I throw these Rackies
Gang make it rain in the club we der all night it like a f*ckin' hobby
Balenci Caddy's call up Slatty
Pop percs just like they Krabby patties
Blowin the engine I'm f*ckin' the paint
Who in the passie bitch my ratchet
It's Lil Fu**in Blurr
I pull up Range Rover cookie oder got a digi dash
Ricky on my jeans bitch they filled with hella cash
BB Simon's on my waist that's just to hold my f*ckin' strap
Mini Mac make that bitch go clap he keep on talkin' smack
I upgrade my whips hopped in a Tonka done with f*ckin' cats
Took Top up off my Lambo threw on wings it's black like f*ckin' bats
Yo dawg den lost his life to lil slatt you want your brother back
Yo hoe wanna be my wife I gave her back cause I don't f*ck with rats
Lil' Blurr rockin' the show might f*ck round blow up the stage yeah
Get rich f*ckin' these hoes I'm livin' my life just like it's a game yeah
And Blurr what bang these niggas be lame
I don't give a f*ck what you're sayin' yeah
You better just stay in your lane man this blick on my hip it go bang damn
I hit a bitch with a choke slam it's 392 to the ram
Yeah smokin' on gas and it's potent
Im high as hell talkin' to Sam
She suckin' my dick and she chokin' she tellin' me pull out the cam whoa
I pop out I look like the Omen
Got a Draco under my all back coat
High like an alien I like to float
Bitch I got hella guap and hella hoes
So much money it saggin my jeans
I walk to the plug then I pull out a roll
All these hoes wanna XO me
But I need them M's I told the bitch no
Lil Mvr bitch keep spitting out heat
And no i cant stop till my necky on froze
I pull up
Range Rover cookie oder got a digi dash
Ricky on my jeans bitch they filled with hella cash
BB Simon's on my waist that's just to hold my f*ckin' strap
Mini Mac make that bitch go clap he keep on talkin' smack
Want me a brand new Benz I don't need a label like f*ckin' a advance
Need me some brand new Bands I been gettin' money with all my friends
Lil nigga im from the D try stealing from me and we cut off ya hand
And bitch i cant do shit for free you want f*ck on me den come hit my hand
On some shit like that
This Draco bitch bite back
I done got used to the motherf*ckin' drugs
I'm straight I don't gotta fight back
Lil' mama Dasani I love when she ride me
I love when she throw that back
F*ck this bitch from the tropics she callin' me poppy
Bitch jumpy she make it clap
These niggas Mad as hell like it's not fair the way I throw these Rackies
Gang make it rain in the club we der all night it like a f*ckin' hobby
Balenci Caddy's call up Slatty
Pop percs just like they Krabby patties
Blowin the engine I'm f*ckin' the paint
Who in the passie bitch my ratchet
Writer: Marvin Amerson
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