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Lil Uzi Vert – Pull Up (Demo) Lyrics

[Intro]
A hit, good one Richard
(DP on the beat)
There ya go, Richie!

[Hook]
When I’m in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can’t see my floor, mane
Pull up, ‘Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
When I’m in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can’t see my floor, mane
Pull up, ‘Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Like ain’t nobody sayin’, ayy
Choppa go hunnid rounds, make it do running man
Pull off in a race, ayy
Caliber hunnid bands for you to startle, man
Now what you gotta say, ayy
This shit is nothin’, man, this shit is nothin’, man
Picked it up, flipped it, I turned it to something, man
Dropped all my money, I picked it up, stop my pants, yeah

[Hook]
When I’m in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can’t see my floor, mane
Pull up, ‘Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane

[Pre-Hook]
She wan’ smoke my dope, ayy
Let her smoke my dope, ayy
Fuck her in her ghost, yeah
Pull off in a Ghost, yeah
I don’t know ’bout you, yeah
One thing that I know, ayy
That I got the dough, yeah
That I got the dough, ayy

[Hook]
When I’m in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can’t see my floor, mane
Pull up, ‘Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
When I’m in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can’t see my floor, mane
Pull up, ‘Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane

[Pre-Hook]
She wan’ smoke my dope, ayy
Let her smoke my dope, ayy
Fuck her in her ghost, yeah
Pull off in a Ghost, yeah
I don’t know ’bout you, yeah
One thing that I know, ayy
That I got the dough, yeah
That I got the dough, ayy

[Hook]
When I’m in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can’t see my floor, mane
Pull up, ‘Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane

[Pre-Hook]
She wan’ smoke my dope, ayy
Let her smoke my dope, ayy
Fuck her in her ghost, yeah
Pull off in a Ghost, yeah
I don’t know ’bout you, yeah
One thing that I know, ayy
That I got the dough, yeah
That I got the dough, ayy

[Hook]
When I’m in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can’t see my floor, mane
Pull up, ‘Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane
When I’m in L.A., pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe, mane
Money in the way, I can’t see my floor, mane
Pull up, ‘Ventador, ayy, watch my doors, mane

LUPE FIASCO – High lyrics

See this shit go ’round and ’round
Hope you get up to speed and you’re alright
All I ever wanted was the dove view
And all the people that I love to stay high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
More than high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high

It drops without, then without doubt I’m without drought
How else could I spit out ’bout
Spotted backs without alps
Rain delay
What’s that I came to say?
Get it wet like Training Day
With no drain away, you with it yet
They ain’t related
Lupe got him an H and K
Heckler, Kramer way
Rain delay
Aight, nigga, put the game away
You mean like rain delay?
She said, “If I pop it then you gotta pay me”
So I make it rain for the ladies
Off that, skiin’ where my shooters can’t walk at
Of course, we ball with hoes
In the club, I golf that
But ball back, games where it rains and they halt that
We gettin’ cold, better salt that
In my brain, it is stormin’
When it rains, it is pourin’
Spit out ’bout, swat at bats
Commissioner Gordon, [?] sportsman
Your reigns, not important
But I’m Jordan

High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
See this shit go ’round and ’round
Hope you get up to speed and you’re alright
All I ever wanted was the dove view
And all the people that I love to stay high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
More than high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high

Why I always gotta say it for you?
Why you be as quiet as a DP with an oral
Why on TV it’s adorable?
And greedy it be horrible
Somethin’ somethin’ sword you
It’s like sayin’, look, Duval too tall
Or the cue ball is too small
I make two fall in the pool hall
And my new car a carpool
You all finna call
[?] to fall
Get a new [?]
High, more than high, high
Sweet
High, more than high, high
Sweet
High, more than high, high
Sweet
High, more than high, high
Sweet
Enough room for you niggas to eat, deep
That’s a keeper homie, whole lot of square foot to sweep
I clean, trampoline, flow lift you off of your feet
Tell your king pass the throne or I’ll kick you off of your seat
Like a drummer, I’ll kick you off from your seat
Like a drum kit, kick you off with my feat

High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high

Lupe Fiasco – High lyrics

See this shit go ’round and ’round
Hope you get up to speed and you’re alright
All I ever wanted was the dove view
And all the people that I love to stay high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
More than high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high

It drops without, then without doubt I’m without drought
How else could I spit out ’bout
Spotted backs without alps
Rain delay
What’s that I came to say?
Get it wet like Training Day
With no drain away, you with it yet
They ain’t related
Lupe got him an H and K
Heckler, Kramer way
Rain delay
Aight, nigga, put the game away
You mean like rain delay?
She said, “If I pop it then you gotta pay me”
So I make it rain for the ladies
Off that, skiin’ where my shooters can’t walk at
Of course, we ball with hoes
In the club, I golf that
But ball back, games where it rains and they halt that
We gettin’ cold, better salt that
In my brain, it is stormin’
When it rains, it is pourin’
Spit out ’bout, swat at bats
Commissioner Gordon, [?] sportsman
Your reigns, not important
But I’m Jordan

High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
See this shit go ’round and ’round
Hope you get up to speed and you’re alright
All I ever wanted was the dove view
And all the people that I love to stay high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
More than high, high, elevated
All I wanna see my niggas sittin’ on top
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high
High, high, high, high

Why I always gotta say it for you?
Why you be as quiet as a DP with an oral
Why on TV it’s adorable?
And greedy it be horrible
Somethin’ somethin’ sword you
It’s like sayin’, look, Duval too tall
Or the cue ball is too small
I make two fall in the pool hall
And my new car a carpool
You all finna call
[?] to fall
Get a new [?]
High, more than high, high
Sweet
High, more than high, high
Sweet
High, more than high, high
Sweet
High, more than high, high
Sweet
Enough room for you niggas to eat, deep
That’s a keeper homie, whole lot of square foot to sweep
I clean, trampoline, flow lift you off of your feet
Tell your king pass the throne or I’ll kick you off of your seat
Like a drummer, I’ll kick you off from your seat
Like a drum kit, kick you off with my feat

High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high
High, more than high, high