Vee Tha Rula - Bullshit - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Verse 1: Vee Tha Rula] Wake up every morning for the bank role Ye ain't got it then I can't go All about my cheese, my nigga can’t so Chillins get this money, nigga pay so Swear I just talk to Cam , sure let’s get it pop it Nigga hit me up and told me somebody done shot him Got the club goin’ up cuz we started from the bottom R.I.P. my nigga can somebody pop a bottle Now the Rozay poppin’ I’mma pour it on the model Let's have a pool party, get the bitches in the [?] Lil nigga with a forty since a youngin' been a problem Ain't have no roll model so who you think done taught him In the streets we racin’, racin’ And nigga be patient, patient And these others nigga hatin’, hatin’ Cuz the paper I’m chasin’, chasin’ Nigga woooaaah [Hook: Vee Tha Rula] Life too short for the bullshit, for the bullshit nigga x 4 Life too short for a bullshit Life too short x 4 Life too short for the bullshit For the bullshit nigga [Verse 2: Vee Tha Rula] Sweatin’ for the money like I can’t stop In some slippers and a tank top Nigga I was hurtin’ for it hopin’ that the pay start Thirsty for the world, I feel the rain drop [?] Like how the fuck I'm supposed to balance Nobody said this easy man you know this shit's a challenge And you chopping at the shots and nigga try to build a palace Smokin’ on Jamaican nigga til my eyes is callused Yeah I’m smokin’ on jamaican, 'maican Dressed like, like a Haitian, Haitian Chasin’ paper like a mason, mason Livin’ life that’s amazin’, amazin' Nigga woooaaah And nigga ride dolo Man I swear the popo tryna' take a nigga photo And these niggas won’t beaf Yeah these nigga's cowboy nigga Tony Romo [Hook: Vee Tha Rula] [Verse 3: Kevin Gates:] (I don't get tired) Dirty glove murders for a [?] With a burner for curneis, for who ever hold the feelings If she want it more Money to the ceilin’ illegitimately dealin' Made a killin' with the killers Paper peelin' like the clerk of courts Prison yards I'm a dog where you never walked They go to yard, never talk , later take the skills Homicide reinforced, we don’t know remorse [?] Worst place to get caught slippin' is the car 50 round extensions stick em', hit em' with the darts Headlights on the charger, there go the narcs Superman in disguise, just another cop Spittin’ up a lot a blood when you go to cough Crime scene, yellow tape, man, there go the chalk Lime green, [?] bumpin' Biggie Smalls I'm a ball till' I fall
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