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letra de bull fighter - jean dawson

[verse 1]
i know you like to dance around
middle figure to the sky
you never come down
and you swear
i’m the new heroin
and you swear
i’m the new heroin

[pre-chorus]
there is no sugar in my blood
there is no b-tch inside my step
i’m as rude as they will come
please don’t you f-cking forget

[chorus]
i got that thang on me, i got that weight on me
watch what you say to me now
pistol in face, homie, my n-gg-s stay with me
they got them thangs, homie
i got that thang on me, i got that weight on me
watch what you say to me now
pistol in face, homie, my n-gg-s stay with me
they got them thangs, homie now
i got that thang on me, i got that weight on me
watch what you say to me now
pistol in face, homie, my n-gg-s stay with me
they got them thangs, homie
i got that thang on me, i got that weight on me
watch what you say to me now
pistol in face, homie, my n-gg-s stay with me
they got them thangs, homie now

[verse 2]
these horns don’t get bl–dy for no reason
this the season for open season on b-tch n-gg-s
ditch diggin’, i promise i ain’t no b-tch n-gg-
squeeze quicker, my ligaments on twitch, hittin’
anyone that look at me foreign
four homies in four-doors
semi automatic weapons hanging out the
window of the b-tch
funny we just kids blinded by the sh-t
that make us feel like sh-t
loading hollow tips into a busted 45
dare a n-gg- look me in my eyes

[outro]
g-r-r-r, that’s trump-tight, n-gg-
yeah, w-ssup, n-gg-, ay, n-gg-
you see the rims on it? you see the rims?
you see the rims?
them fifteen, twenty-inch spokes, you feel me?
them— them the baddest, mane, you ain’t even—
n-gg-, i got two, new for the car, look, right here
portable, haa, nah mean?
portable, you know, feel me?
we got the basket
piece on the b-tch corner, then it’s all good

- jean dawson

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