"Bulletproof Soul" lyrics
"Bulletproof Soul"
Knockout, main event
For all them hoes, you Tricky Ricky (Facts), them hoes came and went
Real Whoop Gambino man, only Cubans on my neck, nigga
Uh, uh, do my steps, nigga, uh, uh, she done lost her breath
(If you don't fuck with Evil Empire, well then, you're just a bitch-ass trick)
And how the fuck would that even happen, you know what I mean?
How you... how you get it across as a mixtape?
It's a mixtape, it ain't an album (Evil Empire)
Nigga, tell me, lovers or we friends? (Bitch)
I can't deal with all of your lil' crashouts you with, uh (For real)
All up in your ear, uh (Nigga)
Special delivery, I pulled up G. Dep, nigga (G. Dep, nigga)
Y'all was at Diddy house doin' anything for a check (Lil'-ass bitch)
Disgusting
Trust me, ain't never in my life, nigga
Bank$ never had to ever pay to get a stripe, nigga
Phone ain't never checkin', get your motherfuckin' mind right, nigga
Never had no street fight, nigga, flushin' like I'm Rod, nigga (Hadouken)
Nigga, I walk inside the booth and treat it like a bookend
I'm grouped in, she swooped then, I hit her, Hadouken
Got it movin', movin', nigga, I got the birds roostin'
Pool pic, collection plate, boostin'
Godbody, baby, I'll get you church for the low, yeah (Hadouken)
Ballin' 'til I fall, make sure that money never fold
Don't break, don't bend, never rat, never told, nigga
Heart big as a lion with a bulletproof soul, nigga (Hadouken)
Got a Robin Givens with me, knockout, main event
For all them hoes, you Tricky Ricky (Facts), them hoes came and went
Real Whoop Gambino man (Nigga), only Cubans on my neck, nigga
Uh, uh, do my steps, nigga, uh, uh, she done lost her breath, nigga
Check me out, all the champions is like me (They like us)
Nigga met Mike Tyson, started doin' pushups in the dry heat (Yeah, let's get it)
Nigga, I feel like Stack Bundles, I'm Bird Gang and it's MOB
Fuck my brand-new lightskin treesh on a black-sand beach
Get it out the street, nigga, uh
Freak bitches come fuck with me at the best time
Keep it low, it's fuck her on the jet time
Take your favorite bitch time
Kiss her, never tell time
Rollie in the air time
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mixtape:
"I Think I Might Be Happy, Pt. 2" (2024)
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