Bull Fighter lyrics
by Jean Dawson
[Verse 1]
I know you like to dance around
Middle finger to the sky
You'll never come down
And you swear
I'm the new heroin
And you swear
I'm the new heroin
[Pre-Chorus]
There is no sugar in my blood
There is no b*tch inside my step
I'm as rude as they will come
Please don't you f*cking forget
[Chorus]
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my n*ggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my n*ggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie now
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my n*ggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my n*ggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie now
[Verse 2]
These horns don't get bloody for no reason
'Tis the season for open season on b*tch n*ggas
Ditch diggin', I promise I ain't no b*tch n*gga
Squeeze quicker, my ligaments on a twitch, hittin'
Anyone that look at me foreign
Four homies in four-doors
Semi-automatic weapons hanging out the
Window of the b*tch
Funny we just kids blinded by the sh*t
That make us feel like sh*t
Loading hollow tips into a busted 45
Dare a n*gga look me in my eyes
[Chorus]
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my n*ggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my n*ggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie now
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my n*ggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my n*ggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie now
[Outro]
G-r-r-r, that's trump-tight, n*gga
Yeah, wassup, n*gga, ay, n*gga
You see the rims on it? You see the rims?
You see the rims?
Them fifteen, twenty-inch spokes, you feel me?
Them— them the thangs, mane, you ain't even—
n*gga, I got TVs in the car, look, right here
Portable, haa, nah mean?
Portable, you know, feel me?
We got the basket
In case a b*tch wanna go shopping