[LaRoue Sample]
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[Verse 1: Cyhi Da Prynce]
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I am bullet bullet bullet bullet bullet bulletproof
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I done already did what they said I couldn't do
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Look at me? No, look at you
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I'm one nigga that you shouldn't shoot
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Cause I've been running with them killers since was a little nigga
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With a gap and the crooked tooth
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57 on me pull it too
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Heat the pot slow just like I'm cooking soup
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Got a bunch of bitches that've been playing on my bone
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Always saying I'm wrong cause I wouldn't screw
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Oh well change my number
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Dick her too, I be slanging lumber
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I get women by the season and I think my last girl's name was Summer
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Oh my bad it was Autumn, hit the cat and then I dog 'em
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Never call 'em if I feel like it's going to eventually be a problem
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All my enemies, I done fought 'em
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All the Jays, I done bought 'em
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Paid in full like them niggas who ran a slalom out in Harlem
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Cause I'm a hell of a writer, I think I deserve a column
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That's why I'm the headliner and you herbs are at the bottom
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I got these suckers scared, got these pussies playing possum
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This the first thing I said when I saw 'em
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[Hook:]
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I heard you talking like you
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We all got guns my niggas so ain't nobody
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And we got enough funds to make bond my nigga so think about it
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And be careful when you run up on my troops you catch a
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It's sad because it seems likes everybody from the hood die from a
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(CyHi, what's my name?)
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[Verse 2: Cyhi Da Prynce]
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You can talk about me all you want
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That don't matter cause my self esteem is bulletproof
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My shit won't shatter
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I'm a find my way up to the top, I don't need no ladder
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I already got these niggas pissed, I don't need no bladder
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Fuck the chatter and the jabber
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Lick a shot and watch them scatter
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Niggas mad that the Prynce poppin' cause my pockets fatter
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Catch us hoppin' out of vans
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Boy I stay in [?]
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Shawty I'm always out of town and it ain't cause I like to travel
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Niggas talkin' 'bout the boots I'm wearing in the magazine
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You can bathe in some bleach and you still won't be half as clean
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Bitch I'm slick as Vaseline, smoking gasoline
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In the red Chevelle and the seats are [?] cream
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Leaking valvoline, while I'm pushing through
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Take her top off, I call the mullet-proof
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Rappers only mad cause they ain't as good as you
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So I keep a chrome Springfield and it's wooden too
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Cause you not
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Yelawolf:]
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Somebody should have told me
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I was gonna be a mother fucking problem
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I never knew I'd be this hard to get, Shit
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I didn't get the memo
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Should have took my demo to Stephen Hawking
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Cause I'm weird science
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Appear to be violent
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Tattoos like Gadzooks!
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And the wolf- he's clearly defiant
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And appear eyeing me
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Loving on my pay, fear on my tear: I'm giant
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So my style got jacks on the beanstalk
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All the team start lookin like
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Coach I'm really trying
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Fuck you lames
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Throw another bit in the club
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Go ahead and make it rain
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Cause if I run up in the club
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With a bunch of thugs
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From the trailer park
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We gonna make it drain
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Funny how I just say that
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Hey, I must think I'm bulletproof
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Well if a bullet means MC
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Then see, you can put your money
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On my teflon cause I guess I do
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I'm just sayin I'm me
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But that's bad as you tryna sell CD's
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Multiply that by originality
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And you might have to win another Lamborghini...
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My truck looking like daddy's Lambo
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Flip flop like plastic sandals
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Covered in black tint, but you can see me like I had a candle
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You ain't seen quick til you seen a wolf get
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Buck, point bullet shoot
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And that's not a 2 bitch
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That's a.45 hollow tip: I'm bulletproof
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[Chorus]
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[LaRoue Sample lead-out]
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Bulletproof
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CyHi Da Prynce |