Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bullies, artist - D Smoke. Album song Black Habits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, WoodWorks
Song language: English
Bullies |
He a bitch, his bitch a bitch, his mama a bitch |
And I swear, just let me see this nigga |
Oh, hold on, and there go that bitch ass nigga right there |
Start him out, that’s Ron-Ron brother |
I don’t give a fuck who that nigga brother is |
Ayy, run that, nigga |
I’ll beat a nigga ass like his older brother, uh, like he stole something |
You a know-it-all, wanna know somethin'? |
If you ever disrespect, we gotta throw somethin', uh |
Polished and debonair, forever fair is my demeanor |
But match turn to flame when you pourin' gasolina |
All that disrespect got me a lil' hot like Valentina |
Guarantee ya I handle my shit, unanimous victory |
Lookin' at our history, it’s a sick story |
And they push our line and tell us not to be violent |
A crime is to deny people and keep 'em silent |
I been livin' on the margins |
Eatin' leftovers out of containers where there used to be margarine |
Marvin was more of an idol than Martin or Roy Jones |
Wanted Malcolm before Tarver, why bother? |
The plight of our life’s been a fight over centuries |
The history books never mention me |
Not in a light where we got dignity |
But I’ll make you respect me eventually |
So fuck y’all bullies |
We act like we ain’t, but us all, bullies |
Never settlin' for subpar, bullies |
Don’t make a nigga knock the rust off, bullies |
Sayin' fuck y’all bullies |
We act like we ain’t, but us all, bullies |
Never settlin' for subpar, bullies |
Don’t make a nigga knock the rust off |
Fuck nigga, I’ll have my brother come over here and murk your ass, nigga |
Girl, come on, he ain’t even worth it |
Nah, nah, fuck that, this nigga barkin' like he wanna get bit |
I’ll never hit a woman, but my homegirl will |
Keep talkin', I let my homegirl kill |
She from Inglewood, got the chrome tip with the pearl grip |
Educated with a homegirl feel |
Devastated when her papa got locked up, she medicated |
Anything but needles, stayin' heavy sedated |
Numbin' the pain, she couldn’t refrain |
Wasn’t walkin' with a limp, still usin' a cane |
Who was to blame? |
Mama remained drama-free |
How she even survived another anomaly |
You see it in her eyes, she had beautiful intentions |
But she didn’t know her father sentence was nothin' but a modern day lynching |
Holidays just got away |
No phone calls, baby girl had a lot to say |
Her misfortune, lookin' like she forgot to pray |
When it’s in your face, it get harder to walk away |
So, uh, fuck y’all bullies |
We act like we ain’t, but us all, bullies |
Never settlin' for subpar, bullies |
Don’t make a nigga knock the rust off, bullies |
Uh, fuck y’all bullies |
We act like we ain’t, but us all, bullies |
Never settlin' for subpar, bullies |
Don’t make a nigga knock the rust off |
Them niggas sayin', «Aha,» hush that |
Had to fight 'fore I ever grew a mustache |
Elementary, they running through your lunch bag |
That shit never happen again when you punch back |
Niggas sayin', «Aha,» hush that |
Had to fight 'fore I ever grew a mustache |
American history, everything they got, man, they took that |
Now they goin' through your bookbag, uh |
Si tú me entiendes te lo digo |
Andar en mi zona eso es no más suicidio |
Palabras afiladas como el vidrio |
Eso es caliente, y tú eres no más tibio |
Por eso, pelear no es buena para la salud |
Leukemia |
You think we violent, you got it, this country made us |
The greatest place in the world, and we took everything we own, own |
You think we violent, you got it, this country made us |
The greatest place in the world, but they won’t never leave me 'lone, 'lone, |
lone |
'lone, 'lone, lone |
'lone, 'lone, lone |
What you be on? |
Violencia solo trae la destrucción |
Y all that shit is counter countin' bags |
I wanna carry the cash in a pouch like I’m a marsupial |
Another seed tryna exceed every ceiling that he see |
Put that on me, breaking through every roof he know |
In every school he go catching fades, still got perfect grades |
They amazed and afraid, so truth be told |
Don’t wanna conform, he take out a loose leaf and scribble a few sheets |
And go in the booth, speak his mind, so in a few feet confined |
Still feelin' a primitive energy that he need to release sometimes |
Still lookin' in the mirror, seein' his enemy on the other side, so |
Everywhere that I go |
I respect the destination much prior to my arrival, uh |
Never know what niggas concealin' in they hoodies |
Motherfuck bullies |
Bully was so bad, the Pirus and the Crips |
They wouldn’t mess with him |
All the bad guys from Piru, all the Crips, all the Crip gangs go out there |
Everybody knew he the baddest dude in America |
Where Bully at now? |
Bully dead |