Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pulled Up, artist - Young Dolph. Date of issue: 01.05.2016
Song language: English
Pulled Up |
| I don’t get mad, I just get paid |
| Smelling like a pound, walking in the bank |
| I been smoking weed, before the 5th grade |
| This a man’s world, bitch stay in your place |
| Shitting on your favorite rapper, did it by mistake |
| Went and got a mansion, went and got a maid |
| Naw I ain’t got a deal, but I got a Wraith |
| I call my clientele, I’m sorry for the wait |
| All these pounds in my traphouse, feel like I’m out of shape |
| These bitches love me man, I’m drinking muddy man |
| Drop a four in a ginger ale, it tastes like bubbly man |
| Young nigga hit a lick now you can’t tell me nothing man |
| Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith |
| Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith |
| Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith |
| I saw my old bitch yesterday, you should’ve seen her face |
| Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith |
| Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith |
| Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith |
| I saw my old bitch yesterday, you should’ve seen her face |
| Pulled up in a Porsche, that bitch too anemic |
| Got that Rolls Royce, that bitch too conceited |
| Then I got them feet, had to get a pedi |
| Bought Keisha the Audi, you other niggas petty |
| Bet you ain’t got more money than Harmony an' Heaven |
| Flat black Chevy, flat black MAC 11 |
| I’m rolling up by the pound, you rolling up by the seven |
| Walk in the room with the black and white fur |
| That bitch that look like a panda |
| I put the slang in the gram, I just might loan you a phantom |
| I do this shit for Atlanta, shoot that bitch up with a cannon |
| All that I want is some Act, whip that shit up with a Fanta |
| Niggas don’t know how to act |
| When I pull up, bitches pull out the cameras |
| Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith |
| Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith |
| Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith |
| I saw my old bitch yesterday, you should’ve seen her face |
| Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith |
| Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith |
| Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith |
| I saw my old bitch yesterday, you should’ve seen her face |
| Pulled up in that 911, pulled off in a Wraith |
| This my second one this year, it still got paper plates |
| I’m laughing out the lot the way I’m laughing to the bank, ha ha |
| All you niggas standing in line, you need more food to fill my plate |
| Swear you pussy niggas sweeter than some crème brulee |
| I got niggas in the kitchen that’ll razorblade your face |
| I’m frying chicken in my fucking Wraith, ghetto nigga |
| Eating Dodger’s chicken in my fucking Wraith |
| What can I say, greasy fingers |
| Spill some hot sauce on that leather suede |
| Ceiling BBQ interior, collard green exterior |
| All these cars outside I can’t decide which one to drive |
| And all these hoes outside I can’t decide which one I want inside |
| Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith |
| Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith |
| Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith |
| I saw my old bitch yesterday, you should’ve seen her face |
| Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith |
| Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith |
| Pulled up in a Porsche, pulled off in a Wraith |
| I saw my old bitch yesterday, you should’ve seen her face |