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Pick Up Video (MV)




Performed By: Guapo la Flam
Language: English
Length: 2:47
Written by: brandon johnson, J Patterns




Guapo la Flam - Pick Up Lyrics




Pick up pick up do you really need me
I don't care he just wishin' he can be me
I'm doin' shows straight from Cali down to DC
Now you see me I'm on your TV

You didn't believe when I told you I'd die for you
Give up my time and you know I never lie to you
Drop all the hoes on the side and spend my life with you
Drop my pride and you know I'll always ride for you

Pick up pick up do you really need me
All these diamonds around my neck I know you see me
I step off in the club all the hoes they greet me
A couple niggas jealous but they wanna meet me

Ayy chase a bag and run a check up
I told that bitch I got now f*ck who next
Mixed designer drippin' diamonds black on black trucks
Don't do the foreigns a couple whips in a jag truck

Me and my niggas poppin' bottles and that fast life
I might buy that bitch a bag if that ass right
Slow down on the drank cause I almost crashed twice
You only live once so live like it's your last night

Pick up pick up do you really need me
I don't care he just wishin' he can be me
I'm doin' shows straight from Cali down to DC
Now you see me I'm on your TV

You didn't believe when I told you I'd die for you
Give up my time and you know I never lied to you
Drop all the hoes on the side and spend my life with you
Drop my pride and you know I always ride for you

What's up what's up these hoes on my phone now
Them hoes talk I want give a bitch a bone now
I know you see me in that Jeep with the doors down
Me and my niggas smokin' tryna take the throne down

Ayy I'm switchin' lanes in that Benz
Your nigga may get off his ass and chase some Ms quick
Flames out the 59 when the gear switched
Zoomed pass your bitch she froze like a deer quick

Now watch me whip and run that f*ckin' check up
I'm Gucci down to the wrist to my neck up
Do the dash you know the cops they can't catch us
I got them hitters in this bitch so don't test us

Everybody show me love you up next bruh
I swear to God I'ma make it for my cus bruh
Ayy it's for my lil bruh
Ayy it's for my love ones

Guapo
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English

Pick up pick up do you really need me
I don't care he just wishin' he can be me
I'm doin' shows straight from Cali down to DC
Now you see me I'm on your TV

You didn't believe when I told you I'd die for you
Give up my time and you know I never lie to you
Drop all the hoes on the side and spend my life with you
Drop my pride and you know I'll always ride for you

Pick up pick up do you really need me
All these diamonds around my neck I know you see me
I step off in the club all the hoes they greet me
A couple niggas jealous but they wanna meet me

Ayy chase a bag and run a check up
I told that bitch I got now f*ck who next
Mixed designer drippin' diamonds black on black trucks
Don't do the foreigns a couple whips in a jag truck

Me and my niggas poppin' bottles and that fast life
I might buy that bitch a bag if that ass right
Slow down on the drank cause I almost crashed twice
You only live once so live like it's your last night

Pick up pick up do you really need me
I don't care he just wishin' he can be me
I'm doin' shows straight from Cali down to DC
Now you see me I'm on your TV

You didn't believe when I told you I'd die for you
Give up my time and you know I never lied to you
Drop all the hoes on the side and spend my life with you
Drop my pride and you know I always ride for you

What's up what's up these hoes on my phone now
Them hoes talk I want give a bitch a bone now
I know you see me in that Jeep with the doors down
Me and my niggas smokin' tryna take the throne down

Ayy I'm switchin' lanes in that Benz
Your nigga may get off his ass and chase some Ms quick
Flames out the 59 when the gear switched
Zoomed pass your bitch she froze like a deer quick

Now watch me whip and run that f*ckin' check up
I'm Gucci down to the wrist to my neck up
Do the dash you know the cops they can't catch us
I got them hitters in this bitch so don't test us

Everybody show me love you up next bruh
I swear to God I'ma make it for my cus bruh
Ayy it's for my lil bruh
Ayy it's for my love ones

Guapo
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Writer: brandon johnson, J Patterns
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