paroles de chanson Pulled Up - King Gino

Pink leather jacket call me, Gino, Jackson
Five years walking on the moon still active
Don't talk about it just make the shit happen
Take it off the top like you pay taxes
I ain't got to conform
What I do is the fashion
The crew like a faction
Doing decimals
I don't do the fractions
I'm just bout that action
Writing down my dreams
Next scene make it happen
Spit a 16 on these beats
Make magic
Do this everyday
I made it to a habit
I hate hitting traffic
I'm up early
I'm the first bird
Getting at it
Bending this matrix
Like I hacked it
Niggas don't feel me
They ain't haptic
Smoking weed
With a bad bitch
Bernie Macking
But I's ain't the papi
Get the fist bump
I ain't dapping
I just want to say a little something I ain't rapping
I just want to play in the arenas can you help me
Came up when I stayed away I took evasive action
Looking at my day my effort is immaculate
Try to paint the perfect picture it is never accurate
But close enough goes a far away
I'm posted up in the broad day
Posters up big shows like it's Broadway
Big shit
Only Big whips hog the whole driveway
I'm so smooth
Nigga
Pulled up on lil shawty in my dreamville slides
In your kids dream ride
When it's 2023
I'm in that 2025
I am so ahead of time
I'm in 3033
Pulled up in all pink
Pulled up too clean
Call me Flamingo G
But my phone don't ring
Really rap I don't sing
But I'm an rnb nigga
For real
I'm worldwide
I don't need no deal
The green get so me high
I don't need no pills
Ya boy is so fly
So fuck how you feel
Cost to be the boss and you been ducking the bills
Hit her from the front and back
Be fucking for real

Thought I was finished
Ya boy is a menace
I'm bout to go in it
Just give me a minute
If you can think of it I already did it
Been spitting this fire since I was a Git
Check the accolades I been so legitimate
Really real I don't do too much internet
In the hills with tequila and lemonade
Blunt is filled with the shit that did Whitney in
Big black Benz looking so venomous
Start everything with intentions to finish it
A nigga forgetting shit
Downtown talking swift with my dentist
I pulled up in the velvet slippers
Pull up I can shoot from the bleachers
You ain't gang can't get no features
Fuck them kids I ain't a teacher