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Дата випуску: 23.02.2024
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Where The Bul At?! |
Listen, all I’m trying to do is write raps, get money and relax |
I’ve been way better than all you cats |
Shocked when I got the news that |
This nigga ready for war, then where that fool at? |
Listen, I was getting to the chicken way before rapping (Facts!) |
If this nigga ready for war, then where that bul at? (Yeah!) |
We get busy, if they with me then, the bul strapped (Facts!) |
This nigga ready for war, then where that bul at? (Yeah!) |
If this nigga ready, if this nigga ready (What, what?) |
If this nigga ready for war, then where that bul at? (Yeah!) |
We real niggas, real hitters got the bul back (Facts!) |
If this nigga ready for war, then where that bul at? (Yeah!) |
If you give me a reason, I won’t reason with you |
Ratchet pretty, she have a tiddy, I squeeze her nipple |
I send my O. G to get you it won’t be an issue |
Cause he’ll fish you, right before he let you see the pistol |
He’ll whip you till he get exhausted like car smoke |
My guy ride, he’ll do a drive-by, pay his car note |
My bars hard, you bite them and get your jaw broke |
Like pop a xanny with oxycotton, my bars dope |
Yo, I know a steppa that’s crippled, that man can’t walk |
And man I can’t speak sign language, but let my hands talk |
You can get hit with the damn Hulk or the can spark |
Play Tough Tony, get the iron like your man Stark |
Listen, I was getting to the chicken way before rapping (Facts!) |
If this nigga ready for war, then where that bul at? (Yeah!) |
We get busy, if they with me then, the bul strapped (Facts!) |
This nigga ready for war, then where that bul at? (Yeah!) |
If this nigga ready, if this nigga ready (What, what?) |
If this nigga ready for war, then where that bul at? (Yeah!) |
We real niggas, real hitters got the bul back (Facts!) |
If this nigga ready for war, then where that bul at? (Yeah!) |
That damn chalk will outline your body, I’ll palm the shotty |
To keep it fly, you should kill yourself and go Kamikaze |
I’m not a bitch, my choppa kick like Taiwan karate |
You think I’m choking till your shit get peeled, time for Cosby |
We had to sit through bids, now rappers snitch to pigs |
I miss the Pac’s and I miss the Big’s, Ronald Isley |
My nigga shoot to get the loot through all kinda robberies |
I can have a run in your building and redesign the lobby |
You a son of a bitch I put that on your mom and poppy |
Your mom a thotty, your pop a pussy, but mine’s is cock |
Stop trying to stop me, I’m the next wave, I’m back at it |
Yo, for decades I had a flow that they been tryna copy, bars! |
Listen, I was getting to the chicken way before rapping (Facts!) |
If this nigga ready for war, then where that bul at? (Yeah!) |
We get busy, if they with me then, the bul strapped (Facts!) |
This nigga ready for war, then where that bul at? (Yeah!) |
If this nigga ready, if this nigga ready (What, what?) |
If this nigga ready for war, then where that bul at? (Yeah!) |
We real niggas, real hitters got the bul back (Facts!) |
If this nigga ready for war, then where that bul at? (Yeah!) |