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letra de bulletproof - jordypurp

[intro]
he’s like a drug addict
he can barely function without pills or being drunk off his ass
i don’t really like jordy that much
he acts like some nice guy but when you really get to know him
he’s kinda a piece of shi-

[verse 1]
bulletproof the black truck moving h-lla militant
some white people hate me cause i can’t stop all my n-gga sh-t
wake up count my money smoke a cig and then go beat my d-ck
i overdosed on pain and this is simply how i deal with it
taking off her bra i arched my back and then i nut inside
she saw imma dog
well let’s go take me to get euthanized
my dad hit it raw i didn’t wanna live this f-cking life
upside down my cross now all my demons getting utilized

[chorus]
she say that she love me but i know that she don’t
and i only think about her when i’m high or alone
please don’t tell me that you miss me i won’t answer my phone
please don’t tell me that you miss me i won’t answer my phone

tell her that i love her but she know that i don’t
and i only think about her when i’m high or alone
please don’t tell me that you miss me i won’t answer my phone
please don’t tell me that you miss me i feel better at home
[verse 2]
tippy toes, wok with a stick
i like my water on water, (yeah)
suicide, suicidal, f-ck around like a revolver
i done lost my mind
forgive and forget, i forgot it
if you need the best drugs
don’t gotta go get it, i got it
bulletproof, black truck
guillotine, surgery
chop the top
money talk, pockets pop
where the ops, spin the block
knock knock, no we not
kick a door, cl!ck a glock
in yo house, f-ck yo couch
where the drugs, f-ck the cops

tell her that i love her but she know that i don’t
and i only think about her when i’m high or alone
please don’t tell me that you miss me i won’t answer my phone
please don’t tell me that you miss me i feel better at home
[verse 3: gideon]
cut the chain drop the ball
watch that b-tch sink
blowing up my phone
so i keep that sh-t on dnd
i ain’t got the time to explain my rowdy tendencies
overdosed on pain, fast lane, living recklessly
i wake up, smoke, drink, f-ck, and get money
ass, gas, or grass if you’re coming honey
hat, shades, and the boots
make ya b-tch fly the coop
blame it all on my roots
baby, i’m bulletproof!

- jordypurp

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