Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bullet Proof, artist - Chamillionaire. Album song Elevate, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.02.2013
Record label: chamillitary
Song language: English
Bullet Proof |
They be trying to shoot shots, I just watch their gun fail |
That just made me stronger, all that hate just came with dumb bells |
Ain’t that cooper some' else? |
Got no time for duck tales |
Y’all can see the picture, y’all must be looking at thumbnails |
Suicide’s like bye bye, he don’t really ride fly |
Pull ‘em curtains off top, voilá, while I |
Look at that like mama, everyday I fly high |
Never at the crib when I come home it’s just a drive by |
«Brat brat», yeah, that’s that, these ain’t just no rap snacks |
I’m too busy eating while at large? |
my backpack |
Lizard on my snap back, just accept the fact that |
I’ll keep collecting paper till it looks like I’mma pack rat |
Had the shoe box stash when other youngings had a bug jar |
I didn’t have no Jordans but I made enough for a car |
Gave that to my mother, none of my hustle is subpar |
Must be out your mind 'cause it’s my mind that got us this far |
And I’m just |
So bullet proof, so bullet proof, so bullet proof |
They know they nothing they be trying to criticize all I’ve done |
I see ‘em taking shots one by one |
They pull and shoot, I keep pulling through like I’m bullet proof |
It seems like everbody’s aiming at you when you’re number one |
But that won’t stop me, baby, I’m not done |
I don’t really know how they can find the success |
But I know the way I be come and die is the best |
See they gon' try their best to turn your mind to a mess |
So when you never mind ‘em then it’s mind in distress |
They gonna try to block yes, that’s part of the process |
They look for success, but now they see it like the Loch Ness |
Paper in my pockets, they can’t even buy this |
Yeah, we eating real good, but they even can’t even digest |
Fake is what they want to, they can’t handle the truth |
So I just get my camp wisdom like Iraq does with the troops |
I’m the truth so what’s proof? |
Hope you wear your taboos |
They say don’t burn no bridges, try to cross me and get cut loose |
I’m 100 plus deuce, shadow proof ain’t gun proof |
But try to get some head they try to strike you through the sun roof |
They just want my chair and try to push me out like the goose |
Losers giving headache but success can be my masseuse |
Let me get my real robe, let ‘em know I fear no |
Evil, but that evil tryin' to whisper in my ear though |
Wanna make a deal bro, tell me who you kill for |
What you need to ask me is to tell you who I live for |
‘Cause I’m just |