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thug lordz - bulletproof love lyrics

[verse 1: yukmouth]
everyday i f-ck with two b-tches and they both got duties
one do dirt, the other do dishes
my one b-tch is viscious, the other is a real ho
the one under my pillow will leave a n-gga crippled
the one layin’ on my chest kno’ how to work the strip pole
the other, family come from a long line of pistols
now nina is a nine, and her brother is a 12 gauge
her mother is a .25 i packed in the 12th grade
her pops, a .45 heckler & koch
and her uncle is a .44 glock, they make ya pop
her grandma is a revolver, .357
her grandpa, big mack-11, send yo’ -ss to heaven
i got the whole collection, family tree of weapons
desert eagles, ak’s, tecs, and smiff & wessons
that’s my protection for when i’m steppin’ in the club
for you bulletproof thugs, this is bulletproof love

[verse 2: c-bo]
uh, uh
you like the best thing to happen to me
and you said if we hung together, wouldn’t nuttin’ happen to me
i ain’t even want to come outside
you kept braggin’ bout the sun, and how we can have fun outside
so we hopped in the ride, i got you on my side
and i’m feelin’ the urgent moment like bonnie & clyde
you keep poppin’ that gangsta sh-t
how you could pop any man, its a plan about stayin’ ya chips
how anyone get in front of ya, holla
how anyone get in front of ya, keep dollas or don’t bother the kid
it’s a cold world, you put the heat in dis b-tch
your the reason that bin laden, ain’t defeated dis b-tch
so i’mma keep this b-tch, get deep down in the streets with dis b-tch
leak wit dis b-tch, sleep wit dis b-tch
eat wit dis b-tch, creep on feet wit dis b-tch
i’m in love with a snub, and it’s bulletproof love

[verse 3: eastwood]
we close together like me any my daughter
a shotcaller, when it time to rob we both in tact wit the manslaughter
i never knew that we would become so close
you on the block wit a n-gga, everytime i slang yae and post
and you can never leave me, you know i f-cks you the best
and if a n-gga trip, i know you puttin’ four in his chest
do let the smooth jay fool ya, n-gga my b-tch will do ya
and they got nicknames like nina’s,ross,tech’s, & rugers
i love mine, wit a n-gga through hard times
and when i tried suicide you wouldn’t let me die
yeah it’s all hood, that’s why i keep you close
everynight you sleep wit a n-gga and rest yo’ head on my pillow
she’s automatic, a glock-9 automatic
ready to break off static, smashed off in a benz wagon
i was a born leader, though i wasn’t shown love
and that’s how i feel in touch wit my bulletproof love

- thug lordz lyrics

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