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letra de bulletproof - bandgang masoe & j1hunnit

[intro: bandgang masoe]
uh, uh
glock 45 in the booth
give a f-ck ’bout where i’m at, n-gga play, i’ma shoot, huh, huh
give a f-ck, huh, huh

[verse 1: bandgang masoe]
glock 45 in the booth
give a f-ck ’bout where i’m at, n-gga play, i’ma shoot
b-tch, i’m mas, who is you?
never lied, tell the truth
them n-ggas know it’s up forever, never call a truce (you’re not makin’ this easy, kyle)
diabetes k!llin’ me, i cut back on that juice
how the f-ck you a boss and you never been a troop?
all the n-ggas you lost and you still ain’t tryna shoot
basketball shorts under my nike tech, i wanna hoop
we get loot, it’s the truth, he was playin’, hit his roof
i’m the one, not the two, n-ggas hoеs, i got proof
i got glock and it shoot, at my shows with it too
you never seen a real n-gga that rap, i’m livin’ proof, n-gga

[verse 2: j1hunnit]
hard to fit a baby drac’ insidе this moncler goose
my lil’ b-tch from the eastside lash tech and boost
i touch down like oj simpson, they be like, “the juice loose”
fifty cal sittin’ on the mount, might knock the antlers off a moose
think i’m ridin’ with g-unit, longsleeve, bulletproof
we turn n-ggas into thin air, you hear that, “ffft, poof”
we turn n-ggas into dope fiends, you hear that, “rrr, woof”
work this landline like clark kent, hop out the phone booth
i can’t wait to turn your p-ssy ass extinct, saber-tooth
you a zero, when i see you, we gon’ beat you, trae tha truth
he ain’t make it to see twenty-one, we took away his youth
caught him celebratin’ halloween and took away his boo
you like to pay, you wanna trick or treat, i send my main through
mr. spend a lot, you f-ckin’ simp, that’s what we call you
wanna muscle up, think you a giant, this the tall you?
he was 7′ until we slid and made him 5’2″
[verse 3: price jefe]
rap fails, we bang blues, don’t know no other way
cuddy walked in with drac’, hatin’ b-tch, you a charlamagne
i sent her in with a slip, watch her break the bank
titty bar with a switch, bump me, i make it rain
judge threw the book at my n-gga, they gave him all day
da know my whole name, get it crackin’ with a punch, mma
you got ho all in your dna, you should be ashamed
fire ten, fireman, i’m out there ballin’ like wayne
four hundred grand inside this whip, you better not road rage
jeffin’-ass n-gga never seen the whole thing
them planes got me through in four days
big-body e-lade holdin’ up both lanes

- bandgang masoe j1hunnit

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