Jorrell Redsun - How lyrics

P-Pullz (ft. Arjay Mian, Jorrell Redsun, Q-Popi, and Stelf Index) - "How” [Produced by CAL] [Hook: P-Pullz] (How) the hell did Jorrell kick a** in sixty-three? (How) I get the ladies to love me? (How?) Want to find out? Just ask and you'll see (How) P. Dash, P-U-L-L-Z (How) y'all feel out there? Touch the sky (How) Q-Popi pops the spot ‘til it's dry (How?) Want to find out? Just ask and you'll see (How) P. Dash, P-U-L-L-Z [Verse 1: Q-Popi] ¡Hola! Much sk**s, no frills It's hard to have a good cook-out with ice grills Extreme, rip the scene. Q-Popi, yo Stretching flows like hombre, un plástico Fantastic pro, water sports of all sorts Crush you like two quarts of agua. Mama The saga continues. Cum on your back. Then say, “Come on back” Argue, “I'm sorry. I want my baby back, baby back” Dead s**y [Verse 2: Jorrell Redsun] Tear you to shreds, play you like Keds We steal your bed, then get some head You dig me like cemetery dirt. I got bodies Like pine box, more rhymes than Africans sell wristwatch Check the ink blotch—it reads: Jorrell proceeding Greeting from the greedy. You can't succeed me Or handle me like holograms. Put this verse On telegrams. Now I'll show you how [Hook: P-Pullz] (How) the hell did Jorrell kick a** in sixty-three? (How) I get the ladies to love me? (How?) Want to find out? Just ask and you'll see (How) P. Dash, P-U-L-L-Z (How) y'all feel out there? Touch the sky (How) Q-Popi pops the spot ‘til it's dry (How?) Want to find out? Just ask and you'll see (How) P. Dash, P-U-L-L-Z [Verse 3: Arjay Mian] Come to news stand, browse through, don't touch Don't care if you're rich. Don't trust Giver order like customer and what? Customized, good lyricise size you up Like a booster, checks the store before he hits it, splits sh** Like atoms. Got family like Adam A damn jawbreaker. The skyscraper Hold it down everyday like rocks on morning paper [Verse 4: Stelf Index] Hit hard with only half the energy, buster Like street corner hustlers, we got more in store Perfect front, side, and back exit. Clean it like superintendent Judge what I say—call me Emcee Defendant Take stand. “Officer. I don't pack guns. More game Like, ‘Lady, I don't hold funds'” Weak to the flesh, so I'm s** generous Get mine like a seafood store—selfish [Hook: P-Pullz] (x2) (How) the hell did Jorrell kick a** in sixty-three? (How) I get the ladies to love me? (How?) Want to find out? Just ask and you'll see (How) P. Dash, P-U-L-L-Z (How) y'all feel out there? Touch the sky (How) Q-Popi pops the spot ‘til it's dry (How?) Want to find out? Just ask and you'll see (How) P. Dash, P-U-L-L-Z