“I Might Pull Up and Serve You a Pound on a Four Wheeler Lyrics” sung by Young Dolph represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is On the River by Young Dolph.
I Might Pull Up and Serve You a Pound on a Four Wheeler Lyrics
[Intro: Young Dolph & Wiz Khalifa]
Pretty white b^^ches sniffin’ cocaine
My trap house live like the Soul Train, yeah
I had a dream when I was a young n^^ga (Me too)
Bad b^^ches (And a lot of money), yeah
Big pound of weed in that motherf^^ker
Whole lotta foreigns (Gang gang), yeah (Yeah)
Millions on top of millions
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
If she ain’t pretty, she can’t ride with me (Hell nah)
If she ain’t got a^^, I don’t wanna smash (No thank you)
Weed so good, I don’t wanna pass (Woo)
All I smoke is killer (Strong), your b^^ch look like Thriller (D^^n)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (Skrrt)
You f^^kin’ with the realest (Yeah), don’t know a n^^ga realer, ayy, yeah
I can show you how to make that money triple (Work)
Took her out to eat (Then what?), f^^ked her on the river (Uh)
[Verse 1: Young Dolph & Wiz Khalifa]
Syrup sipper, and she full of that liquor (Yeah)
Took her out to eat, f^^ked her on the river (Yeah)
She started with me first, pullin’ on my zipper (Yeah)
She thickalicious, so you know I had to hit her
Godd^^n, hell nah, boy, you know I didn’t kiss her (No)
I’m from Memphis, you know I thought about pimping her (Yup)
Hah, G’s up, hoes down (Down)
I might break a b^^ch like I break down a pound, yeah
Want the work for cheap, jump on a plane, go out of town
Yeah, you see that boy ain’t solid, make that p^^sy stay from ’round
All I wanna do is count money and lay up with my lil’ b^^ch (Ayy)
Rich n^^gas ain’t dumb, dumb n^^gas ain’t rich, you dig? (Yeah)
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
If she ain’t pretty, she can’t ride with me (Hell nah)
If she ain’t got a^^, I don’t wanna smash (No thank you)
Weed so good, I don’t wanna pass (Woo)
All I smoke is killer (Strong), your b^^ch look like Thriller (D^^n)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (Skrrt)
You f^^kin’ with the realest (Yeah), don’t know a n^^ga realer, ayy, yeah
I can show you how to make that money triple (Work)
Took her out to eat (Then what?), f^^ked her on the river (Uh)
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa & Young Dolph]
All I smoke is killer (Strong)
Gotta shout out Killa (Hey)
See me in the club, I be standing next to killers (Woah)
Got a crib in Cali, so my car ain’t got no ceilings (Drop)
Smellin’ like that KK when I walk into the building (Hey, hey)
Bankroll, tryna get another million (Racks)
Get jammed up, he gon’ sing like Bryson Tiller (D^^n)
Garage look like the dealer (Haha)
Y’all don’t look familiar (Who is you?)
Plus I rep them Steelers (Yeah)
Don’t care what the bill is (Uh-huh)
Buy it all, buy it all, buy it all
Met the b^^ch on the first night, she gon’ try it all
I feel bad for her n^^ga ’cause he keep tryna call
Got her over at my crib, she’ll be back to you tomorrow
[Chorus: Young Dolph]
If she ain’t pretty, she can’t ride with me (Hell nah)
If she ain’t got a^^, I don’t wanna smash (No thank you)
Weed so good, I don’t wanna pass (Woo)
All I smoke is killer (Strong), your b^^ch look like Thriller (D^^n)
I might pull up and serve you a pound on a four-wheeler (Skrrt)
You f^^kin’ with the realest (Yeah), don’t know a n^^ga realer, ayy, yeah
I can show you how to make that money triple (Work)
Took her out to eat (Then what?), f^^ked her on the river (Uh)
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