Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pullin', artist - Fat Joe. Album song Family Ties, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, RNG
Song language: English
Pullin' |
| Pullin out garages, broads, and credit cards |
| Dodgin' all charges, clout chasers, and frauds |
| We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin |
| Bitches like, «Ayy, let’s get it on» |
| (Let's get it on, ow baby) |
| (Let's get it) |
| Joe Crack been slippin' the feds since the 80's |
| Movin' that white boy, yeah, that’s Slim Shady |
| Pushin' that D like Terry Flannery |
| Uncle Drew with the rock, they couldn’t handle me |
| You niggas buyin' Dapper Dan out the Gucci store |
| I was in Harlem drippin' dap, servin' Pookie raw |
| Cold case unit want smoke, they tryna find leakers |
| Only cold case I know holdin' time pieces |
| Now that’s a milli on a wrist |
| The only chains that matter is the rock piece and this |
| TS logo diamonds drippin' on the Fashion Nova |
| They like, «Fuck, these niggas ain’t going never be over» |
| Pullin' out garages, broads, and credit cards |
| Dodgin' all charges, clout chasers, and frauds |
| We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin |
| Bitches like «Ayy, let’s get it on» |
| Let’s get it on, ow baby |
| (Woo) |
| (This is, yeah) |
| Let’s get it |
| Look, I’m still bumpin' Mike Jack Thriller (Still) |
| I put that on the gang and the man in my mirror (Talk to 'em) |
| I would never land of the side of foul niggas |
| Where I’m from if they think that you rattin', they might kill ya |
| Rappers do time, come home, then sound different |
| When them feds be them niggas ghostwritin' they life sentence |
| It’s D-R-E, I fuck models and roll with mobsters |
| And I cook up beats like a Doc, straight outta Compton, nig |
| Pullin' out garages, broads, and credit cards |
| Crushin' bottle bitches, divas, and ghetto stars |
| We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin |
| Bitches like, «Ayy, let’s get it on» |
| Let’s get it on, ow baby |
| Let’s love, baby |
| Let’s get it |
| I’m with several incredible bitches that’s ready to do what I tell them to do |
| and that includes even beheading you |
| I never knew how much you never knew of what you never knew |
| I’m from the jungle not the pettin' zoo and you look edible |
| Silence on the Glock, 'cause I’m just tryna to hold the noise |
| You can hear a pin drop without hearin' the bowling balls |
| And the truth is hard to swallow, but not for my hoe at all |
| Oh my gosh, she bought me flowers, I’m about to smoke 'em all (Woo) |
| Never had a white girl fetish, like my bitch kinda reddish |
| With that white girl credit |
| White sand by a kilo like a white pearl desert |
| Y-M T-S's all white pearl letters, motherfucka |
| Pullin' out garages, broads, and credit cards |
| Dodgin' all charges, clout chasers, and frauds |
| (We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin) |
| Bitches like, «Ayy, let’s get it on» |