Bull$hit
Title | Bull$hit |
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Artist | FTL_Sol |
Album | Only The Sun |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | Look at all the bullshit I been through Verse 1: Bullshit, bullshit What I'm calling while they yelling from the pulpit See they running from my gunners when they pulling These niggas need a truck how they dump them bullets Big boys, big toys, riding round the city smoking real big noise Big voice, big poise, all this sexy I sweat got your main bitch moist Baseline, keep her head at my waistline, til she said that it taste fine I don't mean to be a dick, but when she go home to you giving kisses, my nigga you could taste mine Case 9, evidence D I be killing this shit evidently In this bitch, allegedly Never rock a flag but I pledge to the streets Each one teach one while I fledge to the beat Take to the sky, knowledge I seek This abstract nigga head so concrete Me back-stab a nigga, that's so not me Although niggas all talk, they just blow hot heat I could stay on point when I go off beat Broccoli, I'm rolling, holding, and smoking Probably that cologne, strong, potent When I'm with your ho, I long, stroke it Up til the morn', the alarm, broke it But this was all after I hacked the game I modified my chance and adapted to change I know everybody want the racks and the fame But when I pass 'em in shame they in the passenger lane And after they hate, they wanna act new Look at all the bullshit I been through Verse 2: Getting this money with passionate aim, laughing at niggas that's racking they brains Moving them bricks from Atlanta to Maine, can you do it with no accidents made? If it go down are you grabbing the K? Grabbing the tek? Or gassing away? Foolish if you do not blast, clap, or spray cuz it's Keys in the back and you Black either way Windows down, pump that bass, in the clouds, puff that haze With a bad bitch, fuck that face, grip them hips, cuff that waist Chilling on the block, pump that base, move that rock, puff that haze Sitting in the booth, run that tape, Pro them Tools, cut that take Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat nope not again I ain't trying be like Pac and Big cuz we've heard all that a whole lot since them Me I'm just trying to improve my game, hone my craft, perfect my aim Protect my claims, if in need, check the game don't let the game check me So fuck them niggas hating on the other side I put that on my Grandma on my mother's side R.I.P. to all the lost ones, I done had a few Accidents, natural and self-induced now Look at all the bullshit I been throughYou might also like |