| Now you can catch me ridin 24's or better
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| Sittin high as the sky makin cheddar
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| Sittin on leather I’m a ride til I die
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| I’m too clever to be setup 45 on my side
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| Do whatever never let up peep the size of my tires
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| Now you can tell that I’m gutter and high as a motherfucker
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| Fly as a motherfucker peelin out I burn rubber
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| Got you lookin at a hustler with the caddy
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| Flippin colors I’m crushin you suckers
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| Boxed in on reefa bout to smother
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| See me cruising through the city lookin laid in the shade
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| Turnin corners on corona bout to blaze up the hay
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| Every move I make I promise I get paid from the play
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| I supply the niggas sellin purple haze everyday
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| I go for broke chasing paper trying to pull a greater caper
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| Shippin keys from Marietta all the way to Decatur
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| With with the brain of a playa, got the game in my favor
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| Pullin bitches from Asia back to the border of Jamaica
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| Tuesday I’m ridin Monte Carlo Cutlass with the bang in the back
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| Television in it symbolize the fame of a mack
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| I’m so high and trippin checkin out the dames on the track
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| If you lames come attackin with the thang I react
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| I keep a Glock with 17 in the chamber for you suckers
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| Nothing but flammable lead and anger for you suckers
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| You in danger mothafucker when I aim I bust a busta
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| With everything in the clip and give him pain above no other
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| Enough of that I’m bout to get off at the avenue
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| I creep hit 120 with a redbone passenger
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| With me I can’t deny she hella freaky
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| I’m attracted to the freak I got her suckin me and serving
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| All the passion I release
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| She said she was a virgin but she slurpin while I’m purvin
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| Lil mama a head surgeon takin all that I’m dispersin
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| When she do it I release all of the tension I’m conserving
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| It’s closed curtains I drop the hoe off and continue swervin
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| Right before I hit the exit I’m a ball at the light
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| Peep the plot I’m goin shopping at the mall before the night
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| Check the way the rims turning fo dey crawl outta sight
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| Your hoe amazed bet I’m strokin in her jaws fo tonight
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| A playa plugged for whatever I’m in love with my cheddar
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| They fuckin my candy paint and makin love to my leather
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| I’m a thug so whatever is above know I never leave home
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| Without chiefin on about a dub what a pleasure
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| 15's in the trunk and after every drop it quake
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| You can hear a nigga beatin at the bottom of the state
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| Since I’m beatin ridin big boy I’m watchin for the fake
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| I’m even peepin out the bad bitches plottin in my face
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| Cause even hoes wanna leech and I’m exposin the secret
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| Bitches can get it too a bullet hole in the cleavage
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| 24's on the feet outta control it’s the season
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| For hard workers to finally see the goal they achievin |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pull Up To Da Light , by - T-Rock. Song from the album Roaches N Da Ashtray 1.5 Reloaded, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп