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Joey Trap

Bulletproof

 

Bulletproof

(album: Trap Jack 3 - 2019)


Akachi he on the beat issa murder

Yeah
Swear I love when niggas act like they be bullet proof
Gotta chopper case a nigga got something to prove
Call my bro up on the celly
Send them bullets through
Yellow Rari parked outside I caught a Pikachu (peek at you)

Girl I'm sorry
I know that you all in love with me
I got problems anyways
My life ain't always sweet

When I walk inside the room niggas see me shine
If he talking disrespectful then them body's flying
I could do this off the dome I'm not even trying
Wait that shit so fye
I might right that down
Yo girl love my sound
She might say her vows
She wanna get married
I might just skip town
I feel like Jim Carey
I got the mask on uh
I gotta blast off
Like jimmy neutron uh
I'm in a fast car uh
Girl take ya pants off
I gotta bad bitch
She wanna dance off uh

I did a right foot left foot right
Cartwheel back foot right
Milly rock it milly rock it tight
I don't miss a move cus issa fight

If I loose the dance I wash the dishes
This is what becomes of all my riches
After that I beat the pussy stitches
After that I beat the pussy stitches

Swear I love when niggas act like they be bullet proof
Gotta chopper case a nigga got something to prove
Call my bro up on the celly
Send them bullets through
Yellow Rari parked outside I caught a Pikachu (peek at you)
Girl I'm sorry
I know that you all in love with me
I got problems anyways
My life ain't always sweet
Yrs and shit but yeah we all really is from the street
Btw I didn't mention kachi on the beat
Yeah look

OK they mad at my accomplishment
Shits boosting my confidence
If you ain't got no haters nigga you ain't really poppin then
First thing Ima say is fuck the law I need my niggas back
I don't get why they concerned wit us
I'm bout my digits man
Last time I done checked I'm
Blowing up just like a ceiling fan
Prolly have to kill me just to be there man
I'll never land like Peter Pan
With 3 eyes I'm hiiigh as fuck
This not call of duty no
No revive
Or chance or luck
It's up

I'm sipping codeine
Like it's muther fucking robitussin
Sip it out a bottle not a cup
Ya girl she wanna fuck
Told her lick the dick off
Then dip off
She did cough
It's too big
That sucks

Pun intended

Think he bullet proof
Then we gon make the chop inject him
Any super man get super bullets choppa reck him

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