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Chief Keef

Genres: Hip-Hop

Pull Up Lyrics - Chief Keef

Aye, aye, aye, aye 

Bang Bang Bang! 

Doh, doh doh doh 

Skert, skert, skert 

(DP on the beat) 

Hundred for the one's and two hundred for my... 

 

I paid hundred for the ones 

And two hundred for my gun 

Paid a hundred for the drum 

Just to go up in my gun 

Paid fifty for some bullets 

That's a box of bullets 

Shoot 'em at your stomach 

And shoot at your medulla 

With my ruger 

Smoking Tooka 

In my beamer 

I'm a fool 

Pull up on ya 

Pull up to ya 

Switch cars 

 

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Did I fool ya? 

 

Pull up in that 'Rari, hallelujah 

Then I hop up in my Beemer just to fool ya 

Fool your bitch, I pull up in that fucking Hummer 

Hummer H2 bitch, nah this ain't no scooter 

It go faster than a Harley 

Someone please pass me the damn Marley 

Even though I don't smoke with nobody 

I don't need no bodyguard I got my body 

Got my Tommy 

Shoot this shit right up at your tummy 

Now you're looking like a zombie 

Trying to get help but you couldn't find it 

My Beemer colored soo woo ravioli 

'Member when I used to eat ravioli? 

Now I can buy Kay Kay a little pony 

Anything she want, you know I'm on it 

That money I be on it 

I ain't got no business sitting on it 

 

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I just got some business with getting money 

You ain't talking money, that shit phony 

 

Hundred for the one's and two hundred for my... 

I paid hundred for the ones 

And two hundred for my gun 

Paid a hundred for the drum 

Just to go up in my gun 

Paid fifty for some bullets 

That's a box of bullets 

Shoot 'em at your stomach 

And shoot at your medulla 

With my ruger 

Smoking Tooka 

In my beamer 

I'm a fool 

Pull up on ya 

Pull up to ya 

Switch cars 

Did I fool ya? 

So we're coolin' in my mansion 

Holding your bitch for randsom 

How much you got to get her back fam 

She ain't worth shit so I hope you got a bounty 

Boy I heard your belt Versace 

I got 50 times Versace in my pocket 

Money be my logic 

So you know I'm all about it 

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