Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BULLETPROOF, artist - Tokyo's Revenge. Album song 7VEN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tokyo’s Revenge
Song language: English
BULLETPROOF |
I surgically got her to fuck me just so she wouldn’t bite me when she sucking |
my dick |
Uh, hahaha |
Yuh (Huh) |
Yuh, hey, yuh, yeah |
Okay, I heard you were shit boy, uh |
Corona 'cause I’m too sick boy, uh |
Bitch, what the fuck you need drink for? |
That’s what I spit on your lip for |
She said her man was a rich boy, uh (Yuh) |
So we stick him up like a billboard, uh (Woo) |
His teeth ain’t silver, they tinfoil, uh (Aye) |
444 this is the real world, uh (Bitch) |
Bitch, I feel bulletproof, fuck a casket (Bulletproof) |
Knife in a gunfight, bitch I’m stabbin' (Yuh) |
I just wish for the blue like Aladdin (Okay, uh huh) |
Tool in my jacket (What), gogo gadget (Aye, aye, woo) |
Bitch, I feel bulletproof, fuck a casket (Grah) |
Knife in a gunfight (Huh), bitch I’m stabbin' (Huh) |
I just wish for the blue like Aladdin (Yuh) |
Tool in my jacket, gogo gadget (Yeah, yeah) |
Still in the hood like a muhfuckin' piston |
RIP your homies, I know you miss them |
Yeah, 'cause I’m bored, that’s a kickflip |
He want a problem, well I got more when I switch clips |
Show me, uh |
Said you want problem, then show me, uh |
Push on the stick and it came with a bitch so I feel like Obi-Wan Kenobi, uh |
Tell your grandmother blow me, uh |
Nah, we can’t do that anymore |
You can’t write bout anything that, um, dehumanizes women |
Or, um (Yeah), offends anybody who may not have- (Shut the, yeah, fuck) |
I need a nature show (Yeah), butterflies on both my doors, yuh (Yeah, yeah, |
yeah, huh) |
Her and her girlfriend got tattoos (Yeah), they both say 444, yuh (Bitch, uh) |
Bullets make you stop in time like I control the world, yuh (Grrt, grrt) |
Still keep two blades on my body like the God of War, yuh (Yeah, yeah) |
Okay, I heard you were shit boy |
Corona 'cause I’m too sick boy |
Bitch, what the fuck you need drink for? |
That’s what I spit on your lip for |
She said her man was a rich boy, uh (Grrt) |
So we stick him up like a billboard, uh (Yeah) |
His teeth ain’t silver, they tinfoil, uh (What? Hahaha) |
444 this is the real world, uh (Yes) |
Bitch, I feel bulletproof, fuck a casket (Bulletproof) |
Knife in a gunfight, bitch I’m stabbin' (Yuh) |
I just wish for the blue like Aladdin (Okay, uh huh) |
Tool in my jacket (What), gogo gadget (Aye, aye, woo) |
Bitch, I feel bulletproof, fuck a casket (Grah) |
Knife in a gunfight (Huh), bitch I’m stabbin' (Huh) |
I just wish for the blue like Aladdin (Yuh) |
Tool in my jacket, gogo gadget (Yeah, yeah) |
Okay, that nigga said he wanna meet me, bitch, okay come see me |
I’m not shooting bbs, that nigga gon' have to try to stay alive like that |
muhfuckin' Bee Gees |
This shit is too easy |
Black hand with my VVs like I got my brights on |
And pull up to his house, but there wasn’t no lights on |
But his mom was still home, so I spray it like Lysol (Yuh, yuh) |
I’m flyer than Aang on a motherfucking bison |
Bitch, I don’t even write songs, she like my ice on |
She gonna strangle my dick like a python (Yuh) fightin' a python (Yeah) |
I was gon' something really fucked up, but I can’t with the mic on |
Yuh, yuh, let bygones be bygones, bitch I’m an icon |
Take one punch, a hole right in your body like Tyson |
She finna- suck my dick up like she was a motherfuckin' Dyson (Haha) |
Hahaha, that’s a vaccuum |
You better hide 'fore my niggas come get you |
We bust your head like some motherfuckin' cashews |
He gon' meet something like he from the |
I’m done, that was stupid, hahaha |
I don’t even know anybody that knows that show what the fuck? |