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letra de bullet proof - fatboy bino & drew jackson

[intro: drew jackson]
ayy, come on
(ayy, ayy, ayy, swagger made ’em crazy with it)
i’m croppin’ now, mm, ah
[?] mm, mm
([?], you are crazy motherf-cker, man)
brr, ayy (mm-mm-mm), brr, ayy
i’m on reckless sh-t, yah, ayy

[verse 1: drew jackson]
bulletproof my cars, now when i walk ’em down, this sh-t ain’t regular (they sell a g)
f-ck the b-tch so good, she gave the drop, yeah, she for sure gon’ tell (she for sure gon’ tell)
p-ssy lost it, i cussed her, lil’ ho wanted american guy (i-i get it)
i go upon this mission by myself, i know that i ain’t tellin’ (i pop out by myself)

[verse 2: drew jackson]
yeah, n-gga (boy), but i leave your hood untouched (n-gga)
don’t treat me like god, get too close, gon’ get your dumbass flushed (ayy)
srt, it’s stolen, now you see this b-tch here liftin’ up (sh-t)
and when i put this g-lock in your face, don’t get to b-tchin’
i was said that i got opps, but these n-ggas ain’t did sh-t to me (the boys ain’t on sh-t)
no, i got heat with me, 23, all i shoot is threes
smoke, n-gga, that’s all i see, play with me in this first degree (r.i.p. to dead)
i’m iffy with these guys, i’m still hoppin’ out by myself and squeeze (hop out with this bl!ck)
opps ain’t really on sh-t, they don’t hit none when they come and speak (don’t come, you too slow)
we switched the car, we switched the plate, got real shooters hoppin’ on field
i feel like 50 cent ’cause i didn’t put this draco mini me’s
the memos, they ain’t satisfied, i told ’em, “let’s go spin again” (yeah, n-gga)
[verse 3: fatboy bino]
we steppin’ hard, go get a n-gga (go here), look wrong, get put in a swisher (for what?)
hang with steppers, robbers, k!llers and they all got motion, up six figures
might drop a ten on his head ’cause he made me mad, told lil’ bro and them, “go spend ’em”
bro real chopped up, but i ain’t f-ckin’ with no [?]
i never shoot twice, [?] pull the trigger (on god)
on the tee, he gon’ flip (gon’ flip)
yeah, and i still be stackin’ up cake (that bread)
move wrong, get put on your head (your head)
f&n, crip tip, blue lead (blue lead)
boy, you don’t wanna cop sh-t, just tryna fake (i don’t want that, n-gga)
i ain’t runnin’ through sh-t, but that motherf-ckin’ bread (the money)
n-gga, i’m fatboy, i gotta stay full (full)
put a switch on the glock, can’t go to no fed (can’t go to no fed)
switch him, make him less

[verse 4: fatboy bino]
i’m a real hustler, [?] goin’ hard (on god)
trappin’, rappin’, might smack on a card (on god)
rule number one, you’ve been scared of pops (they pop)
they might [?] out, gotta get out the [?], skrrt
get away in black top (they get away)
i was just locked up, my bros on max time
rule number two, if you ever get [?]
snitch on your man (don’t snitch), just to cut some time (time)
[verse 5: fatboy bino]
[?] down sellin’ hundred in the o (uh-huh)
can’t come outside, you ain’t got no motion (no, no)
wavy every day like the ocean (like the ocean)
only got to pff, i be pourin’ up fours
whole seal, come get you some ‘bows (gonna trap)
[your trap?] b-tch slow, can’t get off lows
four deep, whole hundred shots in the .64 (let’s get it)
thirty k on the rollie, b-tch, don’t tick, though (on god)

- fatboy bino drew jackson

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