Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pulp Fiction , by - Chetta. Release date: 30.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pulp Fiction |
| Live my whole life like a movie |
| I ain’t acting, I’m shooting |
| I ain’t picky, just choosy |
| Bad bitch think she boujee |
| Bringing it back, yeah, I do it |
| I ain’t losing, I’m booming |
| I ain’t switching, just moving |
| Get a check, yeah, I do it |
| Them blue hunnits looking stupid |
| Hanging out with my lil uzi |
| Pillow talk, oh yea you do it |
| Money talk, I speak it fluent |
| Got my clip on Patrick Ewing |
| Shawty know low key I’m fooling |
| Off the porch, yea I’m just booted |
| This exactly how I move |
| I’m a Saint Bernard neighbor |
| Money maker |
| Yea you know me hoe |
| Heart breaker, chain taker |
| Get the fuck down on the floor |
| Pissing purple, smoking urkle |
| Need some more, I got some more |
| Sipping turtle, pop a percle |
| Want some more I gotcha |
| Got lil bae |
| Sniffing the key |
| Murder the beat |
| Thousand a feature |
| Pain still when I sleep |
| Pills when I eat |
| Swear I don’t need ya |
| Heart moving on e |
| Gasoline |
| When i breathe yuh |
| Damn she pop it for me |
| I’m popping a xan |
| Hoping to keep up |
| Back of the back, get the key bump |
| Serving the pack out the trunk front |
| Do what I want and they say none |
| Baby girl, no I don’t need love |
| Passing the wood like a tree, yuh |
| Call up my woe for the free, yuh |
| You can get hit where you be, yuh |
| Killing the moving for me, yuh |
| Heart cold, wrist sore |
| I put in work till I bleed |
| Kick doors, get low |
| I’m into flipping the scene |
| They know, they know |
| This shit ain’t nothing to me |
| Stunting, I double on me |
| Action, I don’t even think |