Lyrics of ' Pull Up (feat. Kay Karma) ' by Brian Fresco

Arguing, now she storming out
Really knowing she can't go without
Knees weak when I come around
When she want it gotta come and put it down

She ain't really wanna work it out
I ain't really wanna work it out
We ain't really wanna work it out
But, I couldn't be without you

She ain't really wanna work it out
I ain't really wanna work it out
We ain't really wanna work it out
But, I couldn't be without you

She ain't really wanna work it out
I ain't really wanna work it out
We ain't really wanna work it out
But, I couldn't be without you

Calling, damn pick up
Come on boy, pull up
Answer when I'm calling
Don't you act snobby
Calling, damn pick up
Come on boy, pull up
Answer when I'm calling
Don't you act snobby

Call and I'll pick up
Let's go
Come on, vamanos
You too slow
Makeup on your nose
With new clothes
Bloody Bottoms on
I peeped those
Suicide, my doors
Get in, bending low
Bottle of Patron
Now she comfortable
Party till it's gone
Now we back to home
Lights going off
Fuck it, go in raw

You say you been calling
But I been balling
Quit with the arguing, babe
Just step in my office
Work ya the hardest
Just being honest babe

Damn, damn baby
Ride me like that Jeep I had
Pussy be Baghdad
By Malika, made baby
My hashtag, aye
Whenever I think she done
She back on time
Still finish last
Flexing muscles, swell up
Baby like my fitness class
I told her I'll be back
The road been calling
Need my cash
She said just pick up when I call, boy
With your distant ass

She ain't really wanna work it out
I ain't really wanna work it out
We ain't really wanna work it out
But, I couldn't be without you

She ain't really wanna work it out
I ain't really wanna work it out
We ain't really wanna work it out
But, I couldn't be without you

I'm calling, damn pick up
Come on boy, pull up
Answer when I'm calling
Don't you act snobby
Calling, damn pick up
Come on boy, pull up
Answer when I'm calling
Don't you act snobby
I call, you don't pick up
She left cold
Then packed the clothes
I'm on tour
When I got to home
She been gone
Where she coulda gone?
I'm not sure

Let the bullet burn
Hit the Paris club
Searching for the love
Most the bitches dumb
Left the party drunk
Number calling up
Guessing who it was
Sure enough it's her

She say she been horny
New n— boring
She can't afford to stay
I told her come over
I'm barely sober
Talk in the morning babe

Still got some D'usse
And a 'Wood rolled
Yeah I know you babe
I been in the booth lately
Lately, so tonight show emotion babe

I need eruption babe
You scream my name
I turn up babe
You know my forte
Foreplay got you in your
Orgas' state

We got work to do
Say baby
We got work to do
Over and over
It's round, round
I can't get over you

You know them bitches mad
She post me on her instagram
You know them bitches mad
The only one that's been my bad
I told her: I'll be back
The road been calling
Need my cash
She said just pick up when I call, boy
With your distant ass

Arguing, now she storming out
Really knowing she can't go without
Knees weak when I come around
When she want it gotta come and put it down

She ain't really wanna work it out
I ain't really wanna work it out
We ain't really wanna work it out
But, I couldn't be without you

I'm calling, damn pick up
Come on boy, pull up
Answer when I'm calling
Don't you act snobby
Calling, damn pick up
Come on boy, pull up
Answer when I'm calling
Don't you act snobby