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omb peezy & will a fool - bulletproof lyrics

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[intro]
(jr, thank you, sir)

[chorus: omb peezy]
pop out, we on they ass
bulletproof black truck, you know you gotta protect the bag
ridin’ stolos like new clothes, know you gotta take off the tag
you was the man in high school, now you doin’ bad
uh, 2k for the jeans, ah
no, these ain’t no levi
n+gga doin’ all that yellin’ while he on live, i know your screen hot
n+gga doin’ all that yellin’, then i gotta press him, i’ma go and see ’bout it
uh, ain’t goin’ in the club, i play the lot, wait ’til they leave out

[verse 1: omb peezy]
uh, ain’t goin’ in the club, i play the lot, wait ’til they exit
i ain’t trippin’ off no b+tch, ho, you can leave, nah, i ain’t stressin’
really tryna floss, my t++th shining, standin’ this, thinkin’ i’m flexin’
if you can beat ’em with your mind, then you ain’t gotta use your weapon
that’s my strongest lesson
uh, had to get up and go and grind, ain’t have an option, n+gga
blessed i made it to the top, now they despise a n+gga
skinny b+tch ain’t got no ass, but tryna ride a n+gga
i’m in magic, throwin’ racks, clutchin’ a pocket pistol
uh, louis fitted cost me eight
when it’s smoke, i call the drac’
ain’t got time to call no n+gga, i’m gon’ pop up where you stay
that head good, i let her stay
booted her car, she left out late
if i pop out, i don’t play
got three shooters in a wraith
[chorus: omb peezy]
pop out, we on they ass
bulletproof black truck, you know you gotta protect the bag
ridin’ stolos like new clothes, know you gotta take off the tag
you was the man in high school, now you doin’ bad
uh, 2k for the jeans, ah
no, these ain’t no levi
n+gga doin’ all that yellin’ while he on live, i know your screen hot
n+gga doin’ all that yellin’, then i gotta press him, i’ma go and see ’bout it
uh, ain’t goin’ in the club, i play the lot, wait ’til they leave out

[verse 2: 21 lil harold]
d+mn, homie (d+mn)
back when we was in school, you was the man, homie (yeah)
the f+ck happened to you?
i just jumped back in the booth
fn stuck on me like glue
when i spin, i don’t care if they shoot back, all these trucks, they bulletproof
these chrome hearts jeans, these ain’t no regular levi’s
i been trappin’ and slappin’ these f+ck n+ggas out since i was knee+high
my first gun, i had a deuce+deuce tucked in my cargos
now i’m droppin’ out racks every time i pull up at wells fargo
n+gga speakin’ on my gang, gon’ learn a lesson
we gon’ walk down when they exit
pop his top, go get suppressor
give her a thousand ’cause she s+xy
my new ho say she from texas, but i hate it when she text me
you can get whatever you want, don’t tell my business, don’t be messy
[chorus: omb peezy]
pop out, we on they ass
bulletproof black truck, you know you gotta protect the bag
ridin’ stolos like new clothes, know you gotta take off the tag
you was the man in high school, now you doin’ bad
uh, 2k for the jeans, ah
no, these ain’t no levi
n+gga doin’ all that yellin’ while he on live, i know your screen hot
n+gga doin’ all that yellin’, then i gotta press him, i’ma go and see ’bout it
uh, ain’t goin’ in the club, i play the lot, wait ’til they leave out



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