| Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Ayy, ayy
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| Shooter one call away just like Chingy
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| Diamonds dancing and they drip, yeah they VV
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| Dropped a Hi-Tech red in a kiwi
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| She gon' fuck if the bitch rockin' RiRi
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| And they wonder how I do it just like Stevie
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| Niggas really be yourself, don’t try to be me
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| And they wonder how I do it just like Stevie
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| You need to really be yourself, don’t try to be me
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| Rob Vicious, Sprite remix
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| Thirty-six in a brick, and I sell it by the zip
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| Chopper got a kick like David Beckham in this bitch
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| And I just dropped a six, I ain’t rememberin' this bitch
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| Lil Wayne in my coupe, bitch no ceilings
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| Little baby get the boot, got no feelings
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| She wanna fuck on me 'cause it’s appealing
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| Wanna fuck a rap nigga, it’s appealing
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| Got your bitch on my dick 'cause she wanna fuck the boy
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| Beat it up, knock it down like I’m Oscar De La Hoya
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| I don’t fight, got a toy, I’m a man, not a boy
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| Count the money then recount it 'cause it bring it a lot of joy
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| Break a bitch back, break a bitch back
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| 'Bout to sip a whole pint, finna get smacked
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| This an eight up in a two, we finna mix that
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| Karo all you niggas' juice, we finna flip that
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| Break a bitch back, break a bitch back
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| 'Bout to sip a whole pint, finna get smacked
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| This an eight up in a two, we finna mix that
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| Karo all you niggas' juice, we finna flip that
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| Its the young Vicious Savage, you can call me the boss
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| Had hop up on the track and spit a little bit of sauce
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| All these dirty ass hoes and you fake ass pimps
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| Got some youngins in the field, plot to take your shit
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| When I’m coming to collect you better tuck your strips
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| Probably fucking up a check before I fuck your bitch
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| And you’re hard, she over here because she love my clique
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| And we put money over tits so don’t you trust that bitch
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| Set him up, knock him off, it’s a go like shit
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| And he say he ain’t ever ever met a ho like this
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| Even told lil mama where he hidin' four five bricks
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| We tied him up before we robbed him, left him broke like shit
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| Steady thinking 'bout some dough man, I just get to the guap
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| Feel like I’m playing with myself, mixing the molly with Wock
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| Fuck your lady, hella wavy 'til the day that I drop
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| Vicious till the death, you know how Lil Robbie rock
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| Break a bitch back, break a bitch back
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| 'Bout to sip a whole pint, finna get smacked
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| This an eight up in a two, we finna mix that
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| Karo all you niggas' juice, we finna flip that
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| Break a bitch back, break a bitch back
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| 'Bout to sip a whole pint, finna get smacked
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| This an eight up in a two, we finna mix that
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| Karo all you niggas' juice, we finna flip that |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bullshit , by - SHORELINE MAFIA. Song from the album ShorelineDoThatShit, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп