Jorrell Redsun - Be Mine lyrics

P-Pullz (ft. Arjay Mian, Jorrell Redsun, Q-Popi, and Stelf Index) - “Be Mine” [Produced by Stelf Index] [Verse 1: Arjay Mian] Like cream, I'm making it. When frozen, you shaking it Hot ‘til you bake in it. Put down the bacon bits Move a**, hot flash, nasty bounce like taxi On road, broke, and trashy. Police flash me What the hell? You want donut discount? I don't Fear guns. I make runs, still sell honey buns Urban, surburban. Rock j**el in turban Crash into Suburban urban pa**enger Ride, motherf**er. A live motherf**er Yelling out, “Middle eastside, motherf**er!” Million plans, million fans Shoplift sh**, I cut off right hand Wrap currant jam like toe on bed corner Smash living on Avenue P. Dash A-R-A-B, P-Pullz faculty star And I don't bling bling—I ba la la la laaa! [Verse 2: Jorrell Redsun] Ha ha ha ha haaa! Check out my bizarre Over sixty sh**. No denture grip Or Viagra to boost my dick with. Pick the largest chicks Looking s**y in their thick cholesterol skin Head throbbing—give me some aspirin/a**-pirin Receiving cash again—emcee on back pension Intentions to blow some on OTB. Listen closely Pimp of the century. The f** you supposed to be? [Hook: Q-Popi] (x2) I don't care if you don't care. If it's Good for you, it's good for me too Come on. Let's get to it Baby, baby, I will drive you crazy Just one touch and you'll be mine [Verse 3: Stelf Index] Automatic cloaking, double-chocolate black a** provoking Stacks to be pushed across the table to me Fatal cable, Index reach your naval and smash cakes Cradle rock your face in stone, prone to be loved By rats, pheasants, and birds with pet cats that lack fur Hanging on every word (Uh huh, uh huh) Disturbed occurrence, Index intelligent endurance Invisible furnace trap you in snafu Cracked cashew. Soul out the book—can't cash you Broke on Earth, we like cash. You? Ass through career and gla** window Widow glad you're gone and I'm yelling out, “Ditto!” Silhouette glow shiny, flow s**m ‘til dust blow Must grow love for the dumb-a** hoes But don't get it twisted. I want a girl with brains that's willing To share ‘em with me, reach for these and teach me [Verse 4: Q-Popi] One—f** it—two Got you stuck to Q-Popi. You're not lasting Asking, “Is this the end?” like when edition was new Ponder on that. I got good news Getting the queso, now you're moving your a** because I say so Hoping for the possibility to be with me for a second I reckon not. I'm wrecking, yes. In touch with breast A beast who fiends for chicken meat Who push their own whips and like it with whips I get the Cool Whip and spread it on the cut. So what? Friend or foe, send a nympho. Order info: One, triple-eight. Q-P-O-P-I See eye, hit eye—now they can't see No more out eye. No worry, no cry We can get it on tonight, alright? ‘Cause, like broken eyeballs, I'm out of sight [Hook: Q-Popi] (x3) I don't care if you don't care. If it's Good for you, it's good for me too Come on. Let's get to it Baby, baby, I will drive you crazy Just one touch and you'll be mine