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Ayuma - Pull Back Lyrics



Ayuma - Pull Back Lyrics
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Please dont talk back
Baby give my watch back
I know you the stuff
Your all tuff
Your a whole snack
But I gotta go
I gotta run
I gotta get back
Homies on my phone
He on the
Hes on the road
Hes on the
Pull the top back
Rockies in my duff bag
Numbers on my dog tag
Numbers like a price tag
Swerving on a zig zag
Zig zaggin I dont know if we gon get back
I dont care we got the top
We got the top back
Shooting from a launchpad
Falling with a comrade
Far away from all land
That gon make my mom sad
That gon make my mom sad
I dont care we got the top
We got the top back ok
Said he only wants his job back
Cop still shot him
Put a bullet through his hard hat
Blew the whistle said he didnt want no contact
Got me running like I already felt the impact
I already felt the impact
Those bullets sounding
Bah Bah Bah
Got me trynna keep my whole body intact
My whole body gonna feel that
Running through the streets
Starting to think my whole life is kinda abstract
Thats why I got the top back
Cold stones in my black and yellow nike duffel bag
15 numbers on my standard issue doggy doggy tag
15 zeros on that standard issue pricy pricy tag
Where im goin with this
Why you so stuck up
Please just shut up
Get out my way before I upchuck
I like to run but not run up
Dont wanna fight wanna rest up
Cruising in slow with the sun up
Trynna go slow but I cant
Trynna go slow but I cant
At least the Top Back
The top back
The cool air something they dont understand
These lame girl something I dont understand
These lame dudes yea
Pull the top back
Rockies on my duff bag
Numbers on my dog tag
Numbers like a price tag
Swerving on a zig zag
Zig zaggin I dont know if we gon get back
I dont care we got the top back ok
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English

Please dont talk back
Baby give my watch back
I know you the stuff
Your all tuff
Your a whole snack
But I gotta go
I gotta run
I gotta get back
Homies on my phone
He on the
Hes on the road
Hes on the
Pull the top back
Rockies in my duff bag
Numbers on my dog tag
Numbers like a price tag
Swerving on a zig zag
Zig zaggin I dont know if we gon get back
I dont care we got the top
We got the top back
Shooting from a launchpad
Falling with a comrade
Far away from all land
That gon make my mom sad
That gon make my mom sad
I dont care we got the top
We got the top back ok
Said he only wants his job back
Cop still shot him
Put a bullet through his hard hat
Blew the whistle said he didnt want no contact
Got me running like I already felt the impact
I already felt the impact
Those bullets sounding
Bah Bah Bah
Got me trynna keep my whole body intact
My whole body gonna feel that
Running through the streets
Starting to think my whole life is kinda abstract
Thats why I got the top back
Cold stones in my black and yellow nike duffel bag
15 numbers on my standard issue doggy doggy tag
15 zeros on that standard issue pricy pricy tag
Where im goin with this
Why you so stuck up
Please just shut up
Get out my way before I upchuck
I like to run but not run up
Dont wanna fight wanna rest up
Cruising in slow with the sun up
Trynna go slow but I cant
Trynna go slow but I cant
At least the Top Back
The top back
The cool air something they dont understand
These lame girl something I dont understand
These lame dudes yea
Pull the top back
Rockies on my duff bag
Numbers on my dog tag
Numbers like a price tag
Swerving on a zig zag
Zig zaggin I dont know if we gon get back
I dont care we got the top back ok
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Writer: Fabian Cauldwell
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Performed By: Ayuma
Language: English
Length: 1:54
Written by: Fabian Cauldwell

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