Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bully , by - P.O.S. Song from the album Chill, dummy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 26.01.2017
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Bully |
| Feel my shit, feel myself |
| Give myself a toast, yeah! |
| Make noise, take toys, shovel-face bully |
| «Shake boys outta they straight face» bully |
| The world is yours — yeah, until it’s mine |
| Yeah, get outta mine |
| Yeah, get outta mine (bully!) |
| Don’t stay around, don’t play, straight bully |
| Won’t fuck around, won’t placate bully |
| The world is yours, fucker, until it’s mine |
| Yeah, get outta mine |
| Yeah, get outta mine (bully!) |
| I rap with gunfire, every bar is a bullet |
| I’m with twenty bad bitches, ten of them wearing hoodies |
| She’s already on my dick, I’m just trying to find where to put it Got hobbies |
| of a nerd but I’m a motherfuckin' bully |
| Exhausted by the options and officers, helicopters |
| So get used to your recruitment, there ain’t nobody to stop us There’s death to |
| reinforcements |
| Whoever would’ve thought my mom’s unprotected sex could have ended up as a |
| monster? |
| He’s fucking taking your cookies! |
| Stop him in his tracks |
| Show him that I am Deathsquad, Marijuana snacks |
| Slow up the pressure, get God, hover over |
| Load up the globe in the Corolla, hold up, roll it sober |
| Blow up the road, heat up the Folgers |
| Fuck 'em every day, fully the way I play |
| Bully, what’s in the way? |
| Sullied by silly chicks and accolades |
| But shaken off the see and say for fame or pay |
| Speak whatever hops up out the gullet get your trash in with the throw away |
| Bully, give myself a toast, yeah! |
| Make noise, take toys, shovel-face bully |
| «Shake boys outta they straight face» bully |
| The world is yours — yeah, until it’s mine |
| Yeah, get outta mine |
| Yeah, get outta mine (bully!) |
| Don’t stay around, don’t play, straight bully |
| Won’t fuck around, won’t placate bully |
| The world is yours, fucker, until it’s mine |
| Yeah, get outta mine |
| Yeah, get outta mine (bully!) |
| A problem being honest, I’m honestly being modest |
| With a couple bottles, and models let molly sleep in my body |
| I pray that I fall off when the devil starts singing gospel Screaming fuck |
| everybody like prostitution is logical |
| And I’m probably doing everything I shouldn’t |
| Reaching for the stars because my father said that I shouldn’t |
| A smart retard I’ll push if you tell me it |
| Just as long as my description and definition is bully |
| Pussy whippin' like the softest poetry, you know it’s real |
| Only messing with me when the speech is hot, give me lots |
| Run them pockets like some crooked cops |
| Catch me up in ally spots |
| Broad day like Mike O’Malley plots (Melo!) |
| Bully every fucker cause they bark a lot |
| Talk is cheap, going yard |
| Run them fuckbois out they cleats |
| Sleep, breathe smoke, repeat |
| Diving off the deep so you know it’s me |
| Bully! |
| P.O. |
| been the evil, see no people |
| Hear no simple men |
| Gut a fucker, fuck a gutter |
| Twist the knife and leave it in |
| Flavor in the seasoning |
| Tell me when the creepin' season ends |
| Until you do you bet your ass you know I’m creepin' |
| Sneakin' in, seeping in your middle daughter’s creases bent |
| Beat it till she sleepin' in |
| Skipping work and ditching friends, get intense |
| Spitting kids, splitting cigs, ghost, yeah |
| Feel my shit, feel myself |
| Give myself a toast, yeah! |
| Make noise, take toys, shovel-face bully |
| «Shake boys outta they straight face» bully |
| The world is yours — yeah, until it’s mine |
| Yeah, get outta mine |
| Yeah, get outta mine (bully!) |