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    Romeo Pullin’ Up текст песни

    Pullin’ Up

    (feat. Bobby Valentino)

    [Romeo: Talking]

    (Im G-U-T-T-A)

    Its about that time man

    You know

    Its time to give these dudes a reality check

    You ain’t ready you don’t know whats real

    Told em they can’t shine like me

    You ain’t be pulling up like me home boy

    Listen to this

    You either wit us or wit us


    G’s Up

    [Hook: Bobby Valentiono]

    When I’m pulling up

    The girls they stop and stare

    And Haters hate on me

    When I’m pulling up

    I see wrist hanging out the window waiting patiently

    When I’m pulling up

    In something foreign something foreign next to me

    When I’m pulling up

    My music’s bumping tey keep coming down the streets

    When I’m pulling up

    [Verse 1: Romeo]

    Oooh what it be like

    Me, I don’t need like I’m a star

    Dog I’m to bright

    Earlobe of karrots

    Bank rolls of cabage

    I’m God’s Gift

    Dog I’m not your avaerage

    Grill shining, chick just smiling

    But if you have two then chick get violent

    Back to the whips

    Let me show you what I’m riding

    A prince on your hands

    They follow me like I’m simon


    [Verse 2: Romeo]

    I’m a solider, I’m all of that

    Posted up on the block

    Where then hustlers at

    Blend in with the saints

    I’mma quaterback

    Somethin ain’t right I call the hood back

    G’s Up, pops just relax I’m about to bring it back

    The son of a hustler and thats a fact

    Black tint, black whip, black chick, black kicks

    Low song dog I’m a black prince

    Back to the chick man they come from all places

    Body like beyonce eyes like asians

    Tall model chicks with to the prettiest faces

    I see some cuties with some bootys

    Even caucasians

    Pullin up and all the haters haten

    Like a earthquake how I keep the ground shaken

    Run with Bobby V history in the making

    If Gutta music ain’t on the chain f**k the necklace


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