Rich Homie Quan - Bullet Lyrics
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Bullet
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What Are The Lyrics For Bullet By Rich Homie Quan?
Just met a little b**** with a long name
Motherf***er had more letters than Tennessee I go gorilla in the p****, (gorilla, gorilla) R.I.P. Willy B I'm scared, I'm hidin' in the bushes Three bags like a n**** pushed me Down to the ground like a motherf***ing p**** Last Dragon, feeling like Leroy I can catch a bullet, catch a bullet (I got a lot of bullets, I got a lot of bullets) (I got a lot of bullets, yeah, I got a lot of bullets) (Got so many guns on me think I'm a bully) These n**** p****, these n**** act like they want it Little n**** better watch what you say 'Cause everywhere I go, boy, it's on me She dark and tall like Naomi House so big got a gate on it No cat came without skeet on it First time I f***ed her was in Beethoven But I'm on like water, Thugga go Tell her how ya feel, homie (If a n**** kill my mother) (I'm a shooter, walkin' out the corridor) (Come on, dude, I'll top yo daughter) (I hit you with the metal, no quarter) (I ain't broke, money never shorter) Tugboat so big I'm sittin' on water) I'm a killer, I don't need no reason (Hate, but I only want the head just like a beanie, yeah) Money in the air, that's how I'm breathin' (And I only lose to you, you undefeated) (Quan, telling me) Just met a little b**** with a long name Motherf***er had more letters than Tennessee I go gorilla in the p****, (gorilla, gorilla) R.I.P. Willy B I'm scared, I'm hidin' in the bushes Three bags like a n**** pushed me Down to the ground like a motherf***ing p**** Last Dragon, feeling like Leroy I can catch a bullet, catch a bullet (I got a lot of bullets, I got a lot of bullets) (I got a lot of bullets, yeah, I got a lot of bullets) (Got so many guns on me think I'm a bully) I know all the body hoes, they not straight, please retain 'em (We gon' treat em like an imp, they fade, we gon' paint em) Hey, I just wanna see that pretty bush on Kurt, no angle (I'm gon make that p**** hurt, I don't get tired, no anal) I got a bankroll and a Beamer I got this ice on like a penguin (Gotat keep changing clothes when ya find me) Cookies, famous, I ain't talkin' Amos And I'm quick to try down with the steel, yes, stainless 57 thousand in the mouth, no dentist (And I just made a mill in the year in my bankroll We hit 'em from the rear, boy, I know that they gon' thank us) Woah, all my dawgs wild, they can't tame us (She play with balls, call her Serena) And we are rich bangers, bae, you can't change us (Tripped you up from your neck to your ankle) (Hand it to my brother Thugga Thugga, I) Just met a little b**** with a long name Motherf***er had more letters than Tennessee I go gorilla in the p****, (gorilla, gorilla) R.I.P. Willy B I'm scared, I'm hidin' in the bushes Three bags like a n**** pushed me Down to the ground like a motherf***ing p**** Last Dragon, feeling like Leroy I can catch a bullet, catch a bullet (I got a lot of bullets, I got a lot of bullets) (I got a lot of bullets, yeah, I got a lot of bullets) (Got so many guns on me think I'm a bully) |
Who Wrote Bullet By Rich Homie Quan?
Dequentes Lamar, Jeffrey Williams
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