BULLETPROOF - YG, Jay 305

BULLETPROOF - YG, Jay 305

Альбом
STAY DANGEROUS
Год
2018
Язык
`English`
Длительность
153700

Below is the lyrics of the song BULLETPROOF , artist - YG, Jay 305 with translation

Lyrics " BULLETPROOF "

Original text with translation

BULLETPROOF

YG, Jay 305

Stay dangerous

Stay dangerous

Stay dangerous

Stay dangerous

They like, «YG, why you so extra’d out?»

'Cause I pull up in a drop, like bitch check me out

I don’t drive no Tesla, I got too much clout

Take it out her pussy hole, put it in her mouth

Ooh, they like, «Damn that nigga nasty»

Yeah, fuckin' on a bitch that’s classy

Yeah, the dick was good, she harassed me

Yeah, then I nutted on them ass cheeks

2's, 3's, 4's and 5's, eight hunnid, nine hunnid on mine

I commit crimes all the time, I convince my homies to slide

Take this pistol, you down to ride?

Cock the pistol, it’s hammer time

Paparazzi, I’m tryna hide

Fuck the bitch, she traumatized

Yeah, just when thinkin' you surpassed me

Yeah, me and Mustard link and we go hammy

Yeah, we both 'bout to cop the Lambies

Yeah, valet the '64 at the Grammys

Hop in the coupe, subtract the roof like what it do?

Heard you don’t like me, well nigga fuck you too

Heard you tryna wife her up, I’m tryna pipe her loose

All my niggas got stripes (rah!), sabertooth

Big Ps, Big Bs, nigga suu whoop

(Brr, brr) Hello?

What it Ru?

900 block, back down to the deuce

I’m the man, bitch I walk 'round like I’m bulletproof

Ooh, Jay 305, why you extra’d out?

Ooh, pull up to your house to pack your daddy out

Yeah, sexy lil' vegan want it right now

She don’t even eat meat, but she gon' eat it now

Ooh, devil on my back and I’m set trippin'

I got stabbed six times, homie my mind different

Stay Dangerous in LA, if you gang affiliated

South Central most hated, watch out

Ooh, Khloe Kardashian in my t-shirt

For you hatin' ass nigga, I know that gotta hurt

Ghetto superstar since I was 16

Now I got a billboard on Crenshaw and King

Yeah, all around the world like Ice Cube

Pimp a bitch, fuck peace in all my interviews

Gettin' rich, fuck a bitch, cracker fuck your rules

Porsche coupe, two bitches, I’m the fuckin' truth

Hop in the coupe, subtract the roof like what it do?

Heard you don’t like me, well nigga fuck you too

Heard you tryna wife her up, I’m tryna pipe her loose

All my niggas got stripes (rah!), sabertooth

Big Ps, Big Bs, nigga suu whoop

(Brr, brr) Hello?

What it Ru?

900 block, back down to the deuce

I’m the man, bitch I walk 'round like I’m bulletproof

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