Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bison, artist - Booka600. Date of issue: 27.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bison |
| With the world on his shoulders, feel he sold his soul out |
| And the world get colder, daughters get older |
| Tell lil' bro slid like oil, bullets got closer |
| And this shit ain’t for you, this shit for the soldiers |
| Pack like a holster, racks like I’m holding |
| My life on the road real, might see a bison |
| Send hits like Tyson, feds send the mice in |
| Tell 'em turn the mic in |
| We turn the streets up, make that back seater |
| Vetements, two pieces, that’s a 'Vette two seater |
| Don’t insist to get in, in the game, no bleachers |
| I’ma press the issue, if he snitch, he disowned |
| Right is right, wrong wrong is wrong |
| Sometimes you on your own own |
| Sometimes you do wrong wrong |
| Sometimes you ain’t long long |
| Sometimes you got my heart, don’t even know |
| Sometimes I know you right even if you wrong |
| With the world on his shoulders, feel he sold his soul out |
| And the world get colder, daughters get older |
| Tell lil' bro slid like oil, bullets got closer |
| And this shit ain’t for you, this shit for the soldiers |
| Pack like a holster, racks like I’m holding |
| My life on the road real, might see a bison |
| Send hits like Tyson, feds send the mice in |
| Tell 'em turn the mic in |
| We turn the streets up, make that back seater |
| Vetements, two pieces, that’s a 'Vette two seater |
| Yeah, on the yard with your jail legs |
| Wanna see you, hear nothing |
| Wanna feel your heartbeat |
| I know your heart filled with love |
| You could kill with that nigga |
| That don’t mean they love you |
| Strong, stay strong |
| Stay strong, stay strong |
| You ain’t got long, not at all |
| Just hold your arm, I’m coming home |
| With the world on his shoulders, feel he sold his soul out |
| And the world get colder, daughters get older |
| Tell lil' bro slid like oil, bullets got closer |
| And this shit ain’t for you, this shit for the soldiers |
| Pack like a holster, racks like I’m holding |
| My life on the road real, might see a bison |
| Send hits like Tyson, feds send the mice in |
| Tell 'em turn the mic in |
| We turn the streets up, make that back seater |
| Vetements, two pieces, that’s a 'Vette two seater |
| Dougie on the beat |