(Ok is the hardest, I swear to god)
(We gon' be ok)
I walk in that store with a limp 'cause my pockets on double XL full
I'm droppin' a bag on a bitch, my arm gave out, I'm flexed up
I'm always gon' give you the truth lil' bitch, no joke, I don't leg pull
This ho really killin' my mood, so I don't even answer my god damn cell phone
Yeah, seats rojo
Too fast in a whip, bitch hold on
Just throw me some ass 'for I go home
I love when you mad it's a turn on
Five star hotel, wake up to room service
My whole gang lit, I got all dead friends in my pocket, it look like I do murder
I'm holding my wallet right up in the air 'til the bottle come to me, I'm too thirsty
Holding my dick while I'm taking a fit pic, I got this ho feelin' too nervous
She said I'm too flirty
She give me brain, she too nerdy
Me and yo' ho gon' slide to my crib at 12, don't leave 'til two thirty
I don't be righting my wrongs, I do what I want 'cause the f*ck you gon' do for me
Is you gonna shoot for me, huh
Or are you gonna pump fake
I press on the gas 'til the coupe swervin
I don't touch breaks
My ex ho told me I'm too perfect
That's enough said
Okay, this a big bag
Can't even zip the duffle, I put a lot in this tote
This real cash
Playin' my cards so right it look like I studied the shuffle
Real lamb
Pop out with fur on the coat, dropped like sixteen hundred
Got rich fast, I really turned nothin' to somethin
Look at my wrist glow (oh, yeah)
I walk in that store with a limp 'cause my pockets on double XL full
I'm droppin' a bag on a bitch, my arm gave out, I'm flexed up
I'm always gon' give you the truth lil' bitch, no joke, I don't leg pull
This ho really killin' my mood, so I don't even answer my god damn cell phone
Yeah, seats rojo
Too fast in a whip, bitch hold on
Just throw me some ass 'for I go home
I love when you mad it's a turn on
Five star hotel, wake up to room service
My whole gang lit, I got all dead friends in my pocket, it look like I do murder
I'm holding my wallet right up in the air 'til the bottle come to me, I'm too thirsty
Holding my dick while I'm taking a fit pic, I got this ho feelin' too nervous
She said I'm too flirty
She give me brain, she too nerdy
Me and yo' ho gon' slide to my crib at 12, don't leave 'til two thirty
I don't be righting my wrongs, I do what I want 'cause the f*ck you gon' do for me
Is you gonna shoot for me, huh
Or are you gonna pump fake
(Are you gonna pump fake)
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TyGlizz - Pump Fake Lyrics
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(Ok is the hardest, I swear to god)
(We gon' be ok)
I walk in that store with a limp 'cause my pockets on double XL full
I'm droppin' a bag on a bitch, my arm gave out, I'm flexed up
I'm always gon' give you the truth lil' bitch, no joke, I don't leg pull
This ho really killin' my mood, so I don't even answer my god damn cell phone
Yeah, seats rojo
Too fast in a whip, bitch hold on
Just throw me some ass 'for I go home
I love when you mad it's a turn on
Five star hotel, wake up to room service
My whole gang lit, I got all dead friends in my pocket, it look like I do murder
I'm holding my wallet right up in the air 'til the bottle come to me, I'm too thirsty
Holding my dick while I'm taking a fit pic, I got this ho feelin' too nervous
She said I'm too flirty
She give me brain, she too nerdy
Me and yo' ho gon' slide to my crib at 12, don't leave 'til two thirty
I don't be righting my wrongs, I do what I want 'cause the f*ck you gon' do for me
Is you gonna shoot for me, huh
Or are you gonna pump fake
I press on the gas 'til the coupe swervin
I don't touch breaks
My ex ho told me I'm too perfect
That's enough said
Okay, this a big bag
Can't even zip the duffle, I put a lot in this tote
This real cash
Playin' my cards so right it look like I studied the shuffle
Real lamb
Pop out with fur on the coat, dropped like sixteen hundred
Got rich fast, I really turned nothin' to somethin
Look at my wrist glow (oh, yeah)
I walk in that store with a limp 'cause my pockets on double XL full
I'm droppin' a bag on a bitch, my arm gave out, I'm flexed up
I'm always gon' give you the truth lil' bitch, no joke, I don't leg pull
This ho really killin' my mood, so I don't even answer my god damn cell phone
Yeah, seats rojo
Too fast in a whip, bitch hold on
Just throw me some ass 'for I go home
I love when you mad it's a turn on
Five star hotel, wake up to room service
My whole gang lit, I got all dead friends in my pocket, it look like I do murder
I'm holding my wallet right up in the air 'til the bottle come to me, I'm too thirsty
Holding my dick while I'm taking a fit pic, I got this ho feelin' too nervous
She said I'm too flirty
She give me brain, she too nerdy
Me and yo' ho gon' slide to my crib at 12, don't leave 'til two thirty
I don't be righting my wrongs, I do what I want 'cause the f*ck you gon' do for me
Is you gonna shoot for me, huh
Or are you gonna pump fake
(Are you gonna pump fake)
(We gon' be ok)
I walk in that store with a limp 'cause my pockets on double XL full
I'm droppin' a bag on a bitch, my arm gave out, I'm flexed up
I'm always gon' give you the truth lil' bitch, no joke, I don't leg pull
This ho really killin' my mood, so I don't even answer my god damn cell phone
Yeah, seats rojo
Too fast in a whip, bitch hold on
Just throw me some ass 'for I go home
I love when you mad it's a turn on
Five star hotel, wake up to room service
My whole gang lit, I got all dead friends in my pocket, it look like I do murder
I'm holding my wallet right up in the air 'til the bottle come to me, I'm too thirsty
Holding my dick while I'm taking a fit pic, I got this ho feelin' too nervous
She said I'm too flirty
She give me brain, she too nerdy
Me and yo' ho gon' slide to my crib at 12, don't leave 'til two thirty
I don't be righting my wrongs, I do what I want 'cause the f*ck you gon' do for me
Is you gonna shoot for me, huh
Or are you gonna pump fake
I press on the gas 'til the coupe swervin
I don't touch breaks
My ex ho told me I'm too perfect
That's enough said
Okay, this a big bag
Can't even zip the duffle, I put a lot in this tote
This real cash
Playin' my cards so right it look like I studied the shuffle
Real lamb
Pop out with fur on the coat, dropped like sixteen hundred
Got rich fast, I really turned nothin' to somethin
Look at my wrist glow (oh, yeah)
I walk in that store with a limp 'cause my pockets on double XL full
I'm droppin' a bag on a bitch, my arm gave out, I'm flexed up
I'm always gon' give you the truth lil' bitch, no joke, I don't leg pull
This ho really killin' my mood, so I don't even answer my god damn cell phone
Yeah, seats rojo
Too fast in a whip, bitch hold on
Just throw me some ass 'for I go home
I love when you mad it's a turn on
Five star hotel, wake up to room service
My whole gang lit, I got all dead friends in my pocket, it look like I do murder
I'm holding my wallet right up in the air 'til the bottle come to me, I'm too thirsty
Holding my dick while I'm taking a fit pic, I got this ho feelin' too nervous
She said I'm too flirty
She give me brain, she too nerdy
Me and yo' ho gon' slide to my crib at 12, don't leave 'til two thirty
I don't be righting my wrongs, I do what I want 'cause the f*ck you gon' do for me
Is you gonna shoot for me, huh
Or are you gonna pump fake
(Are you gonna pump fake)
Writer: Tyler Sylvester
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid