| Searching for the wrong things
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| Heading to the club, a place of nonsense
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| People showing me fake love
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| Bitches turning up with the thugs
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| Rolling with the gang, what’s up?
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| Pour me a drink, don’t want no Xans in my cup
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| Only hustlers understand
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| We work too hard, now we gon' play
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| I’m pulling up in a Rover all black
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| I needed help but they never called back
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| I wanted love shawty never wrote back
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| Now her closest bitches hanging with the crew because I’m next
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| Well I know they don’t care about us
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| Sadly tryna show off, ordered 20 bottles
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| We should probably save instead of wasting dollars
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| When I’m with my crew I’m always doing the wrong shit
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| Yeah
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| Smoking on that gas, sipping on drinks
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| Dying slow and living fast, she don’t wanna think
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| And the homies wanna flex, they throwing bands
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| I remember waiting the bus when we were young
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| Now I’m pulling up, pulling up on you
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| Now I’m pulling up, pulling up on you
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| Show me your love, you’re all that I need
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| Without you all this cash don’t mean a thing
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| Pour up that Moët, Parisian girls get so wet
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| Make them change their old ways, throw it up, get ratchet
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| Every time we get a check there’s a 80% we’ll blow it
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| I never do this unless I’m drunk or high, now I’m both
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| I’m thinking of those days when I was broke (I was broke)
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| I was running through my city doing bad shit, shit
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| This been going on and on for long
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| Growing up, nigga we’re still growing up
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| Ain’t no turning down 'cause we’re gon' keep going up, aye
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| I just rolled a blunt, smoked my problems away, aye
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| They didn’t listen what my grandfather said
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| Rolling up, drinking till' I’m throwing up
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| Cross faded up, wilding with the crew it’s getting late
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| It’s 5 AM, I’m thinking 'bout us, might end up pulling up on you
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| Smoking on that gas, sipping on drinks
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| Dying slow and living fast, she don’t wanna think
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| And the homies wanna flex, they throwing bands
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| I remember waiting the bus when we were young
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| Now I’m pulling up, pulling up on you
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| Now I’m pulling up, pulling up on you
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| Show me your love, you’re all that I need
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| Without you all this cash don’t mean a thing |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pullin Up , by - Yo Trane. Song from the album Waves In The Moonlight, in the genre R&B