| Waitin' for you to pull up
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| Where you at, baby?
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| Just like pull up
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| It’s just a blunt or two
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| Gettin' loaded, do a kush up
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| See the stars in your eyes when I look up, look up
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| Go ahead lean your seat back
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| Hit the blunt, baby, yeah, I didn’t mean that
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| Oh yeah oh you like that
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| Think I need my phone, yeah, I’ll be right back, right back
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| We can keep it low-key like we on probation
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| When you pull up, you start actin' complicated
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| Now we in the backseat creamed out, they Caucasian
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| Turn the music to the max, playin' motivation
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| Eyes low, Cherry Pie, we fadin'
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| You’ll be mine, makin' different faces
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| The speakers goin' dumb, different bases
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| Usher Raymond, baby, got us tradin' places
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| Pull up, pull up, pull up on me, on me, yeah
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| I’ve been down to ride
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| Oh I’m your cocoa butter kisses, huh?
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| Hoes be bangin' on my line like they missin' somethin'
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| A phone work two ways, always flippin' somethin'
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| Give me the blues on the set like I’m crip or somethin'
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| Lately you been on my mind like crazy
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| Your type hard to find, oh baby, oh baby, oh
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| Where you at?
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| Pull up, pull up, pull up on me, on me, yeah
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| I’ve been down to ride |