CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Pull Up
I got—I got Young Vicious—Vicious on my track
Hell yeah
Pull up to your house where you run up, pu**y boy
I strike all these b*t*hes just to enjoy
Keep talkin' sh*t, you gon' get hurt
Stop on yo head, that leave you in the dirt
Pu**y a** boy, I don’t want you in my sight
Pull up on my street, and boy we gonna fight
Knock yo a** out have you flickin' like a light (Have you flickin' like a light)
Why you want this smoke? You obviously gonna die
We gon' come light up yo block
Like the Fourth of July
I’m comin' for you at night like a plane
Gonna aim straight up at your face
Move, little b*t*h, get out of my way (Get out of my way)
Hahaha, okay, real sh*t
Get 'em
Pull up to your house where run up, pu**y boy
I strike all these b*t*hеs just to enjoy
Keep talkin' sh*t, you gon' get hurt
Stop on yo head, that lеave you in the dirt
Walk up the street, ownin' the block
Just to disturb
Forehead so big, you look like Phineas and Ferb
Stop in the street, he made a swerve
Pull him out the car, and kick him to the curb
Yo, yo, now Young Vicious
Introducing
Please stand up
Check my sh*t
Yo, haha
Uh
Yeah
I’m a sinister, minister, Young V, on the scene
Street dishes
Whole crowd think I’m gay 'cause I hate fake b*t*hes
I hit you with plates and dishes
Keep givin' me lip
I’ll pick your shoulder up and I throw it at you with your child in it
F**k you, b*t*h
Keep talkin' yo sh*t, all you do is talk yo trash
I’ma whoop yo f**kin' a**
Sick of phony, fakin' a**, pu**y a** b*t*hes
Always naggin', b*t*hin' while I’m washin' dishes
F**k it up
Yeah, we f**ked it up
F**k you
F**k all you haters
Bye; see you later
Haha
Pull up to your crib, pu**y boy
Haha
Pu**y a** boys
F**k you, pu**y boy
I’m gonna—
Ight, I’m finna pull out the strap; f**k that sh*t
Nah, sh*t, yeah
You pull up to my crib
I’m gonna shove the gun in your ribs
You f**kin' faggot
Yeah
F**k you
Hell yeah
Pull up to your house where you run up, pu**y boy
I strike all these b*t*hes just to enjoy
Keep talkin' sh*t, you gon' get hurt
Stop on yo head, that leave you in the dirt
Pu**y a** boy, I don’t want you in my sight
Pull up on my street, and boy we gonna fight
Knock yo a** out have you flickin' like a light (Have you flickin' like a light)
Why you want this smoke? You obviously gonna die
We gon' come light up yo block
Like the Fourth of July
I’m comin' for you at night like a plane
Gonna aim straight up at your face
Move, little b*t*h, get out of my way (Get out of my way)
Hahaha, okay, real sh*t
Get 'em
Pull up to your house where run up, pu**y boy
I strike all these b*t*hеs just to enjoy
Keep talkin' sh*t, you gon' get hurt
Stop on yo head, that lеave you in the dirt
Walk up the street, ownin' the block
Just to disturb
Forehead so big, you look like Phineas and Ferb
Stop in the street, he made a swerve
Pull him out the car, and kick him to the curb
Yo, yo, now Young Vicious
Introducing
Please stand up
Check my sh*t
Yo, haha
Uh
Yeah
I’m a sinister, minister, Young V, on the scene
Street dishes
Whole crowd think I’m gay 'cause I hate fake b*t*hes
I hit you with plates and dishes
Keep givin' me lip
I’ll pick your shoulder up and I throw it at you with your child in it
F**k you, b*t*h
Keep talkin' yo sh*t, all you do is talk yo trash
I’ma whoop yo f**kin' a**
Sick of phony, fakin' a**, pu**y a** b*t*hes
Always naggin', b*t*hin' while I’m washin' dishes
F**k it up
Yeah, we f**ked it up
F**k you
F**k all you haters
Bye; see you later
Haha
Pull up to your crib, pu**y boy
Haha
Pu**y a** boys
F**k you, pu**y boy
I’m gonna—
Ight, I’m finna pull out the strap; f**k that sh*t
Nah, sh*t, yeah
You pull up to my crib
I’m gonna shove the gun in your ribs
You f**kin' faggot
Yeah
F**k you
