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ssg splurge - bulletproof lyrics

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[intro]
captain crunch, presents
yeah
sky is my hero
yeah, yeah, yeah
lil’ splurge, b+tch ass n+gga
yeah, yeah
lil’ splurge, gang
talk to ’em
ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse]
the ho gotta pay if she wanna f+ck on me (hey)
yeah, i’m tryna keep it lowkey (shh)
say gang, i’ma throw you the pack od (od)
everytime somebody get clapped, blame me (blame me)
been f+ckin’ grown hoes, i just turned seventeen (f+ck these hoes)
at the show, you can play and get burn with a beam
in the stu’ and the trap, i don’t even go to sleep (in the stu’ and the trap)
i don’t f+ck with no rappers, i’m not even tryna meet (f+ck these rappers)
ridin’ off the lot in a coupe (skrr), all black, with bulletproof (proof)
good gas, i feel like snoop (good gas)
i just wanna f+ck, just to tell you the truth (truth)
i hop out the plane and get sticks on me (ha)
i’m clean than a b+tch, got yo’ b+tch on me (b+tch on me!)
yeah, she spent a brick on me (she spent a brick though)
yeah, i smoke the brick of good weed (i got a brick though)
yeah, they say i’m changing, i think i’m not (huh?)
she say that she faithful, really a thot (huh?)
them young n+ggas dangerous, lit up yo’ block (yeah)
come to yo’ hood, we settin’ up shop
he didn’t wanna give it up, he got shot in his spine (pow+pow)
i ain’t got time to talk, i’ma pop ’em in the spine
my bro get the bowl, beat it up ’til it’s rock (beat it up!)
he evil, he sold his sold to a glock (gang, gang)
yeah, i’m a youngin’ but i f+ck your b+tch ’cause i can (’cause i can)
might go to the mall, buy some shoes ’cause i can (yup)
she suckin’ d+ck on her knees like she prayin’ (berk)
outside posted up like i’m tryna get a tan (posted)
designer kicks, one kick a band (designer)
chopper gon’ hit, it sound like a band (pom, pom!)
stop blowin’ me up, you act like a fan (stop that sh+t!)
i ran it up, n+ggas just ran (yuh)
i got the glock loaded, and it kickback with a glock frozen (ok)
skrrt off the lot in a new stoly (ayy)
we don’t do rats, we don’t like police (skrr, skrr)
yeah, they think i’m gon’ sign some type of paper (ha, ha)
nah, lil’ b+tch i just really got paper (really got paper)
balenciaga, the color is wayffle (yeah)
f+ck her and dip, like see you later (i’m gone)
nyc, that’s where i’m at right now (yeah)
if i had to leave, i’ll hop on a jet right now (hop on a jet)
might have them youngins spray where you at right now (where?)
go to the h, that’s my neck right now
like i said, you wanna f+ck, where’s yo money? (where)
my dope pretty and ugly (yuh)
yeah, my dope pretty d+mn musty (yuh, yuh)
yeah, i bust her down, she a busty (lil’ splurge, b+tch!)



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