Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bullies, artist - Solomon Childs. Date of issue: 03.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bullies |
| «You fucked me?» |
| «I did not!» |
| «Yeah you did. |
| You went behind my back, you cut me, you fucked me.» |
| «Me? |
| Nah. |
| never! |
| What the hell. |
| maybe you’re right |
| Maybe I did betray you a little bit» |
| Time to ride out… yeah… |
| All the way ride out… |
| You can be the biggest bully you want |
| You can think you as hard as you is |
| But there ain’t nothing in this world |
| To convince, you snitching, who you claim you is |
| Mr. Boulevard, see Murda Mob Gang |
| West Brighton murder capital, non identical |
| Wild like Hiroshima, with a bomb, taped to my gut |
| In a terminal, project guillotine, fired like Heat from the beam’ll |
| Scorch ya bitch ass like the oil, from the prontono plants |
| Shit I became a long way since '74 suicide watch |
| Millennium mixtape, alpha and omega |
| On the block pushing diesel and the crack together |
| Momma could feed the general, crying over papa’s war letters |
| Old timers look at my soul, say that it’ll raise the hurricane |
| Gun hostler very wing, only time you smell the powder burning |
| Is when the ratchet empty, either you with me or against me |
| Fuck rap, this for them 25 to lifers |
| Added to hot pot cookers, produced by the madness |
| Spit enough ammo to conjugate a death list |
| Lines of torture, M.C.'s |
| Like being tied down, guzzling goat piss |
| Made movie, it should of been box office smashes |
| Equipped with sparks, like books of matches |
| Officer and a Gentleman Part 2 |
| In soldier colors, red fatigue |
| Wipe the blade clean, with black tee’s |
| I’m here for whoever holding the crown |
| Understand me, I pop something |
| I’m so glorified, and don’t mistake me for G-Unit |
| But them semi’s I spit at your unit |
| I blow the head off your Voltron, fuck ya average song |
| I set flame to your wiz, put the game all over your kids |
| Know what it is, Verrazano Bridge music |
| The third coming of the lost and found |
| Ever since the fall of the Roman Empire |
| Me and Solomon Childs been holding it down |
| Beat the bully out ya’ll, you a thug in a gown |
| You ain’t shooting at me, you put your slugs in the ground |
| And I’m all the way hot with it, and you not with it |
| You got fitted for your lifestyle, you the last decade shit |
| We right now, Don Diggler, my bear’s in the background |
| Staten Island for real, ya’ll fake niggas think ya’ll real |
| Kick doors down, take my reel |
| Greedy ass niggas, sittin' on Benz wheels, I put snakes on 'em |
| High stakes on 'em (crack crates on 'em) |
| Bully start running when the planet of the apes on 'em |