paroles de chanson Bull Fighter - Jean Dawson

I know you like to dance around
Middle finger to the sky
You never come down
And you swear
I'm the new heroin
And you swear
I'm the new heroin
There is no sugar in my blood
There is no bitch inside my step
I'm as rude as they will come
Please don't you fucking forget
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie now
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie now
These horns don't get bloody for no reason
This the season for open season on bitch niggas
Ditch diggin', I promise I ain't no bitch nigga
Squeeze quicker, my ligaments on twitch, hittin'
Anyone that look at me foreign
Four homies in four-doors
Semi automatic weapons hanging out the
Window of the bitch
Funny we just kids blinded by the shit
That make us feel like shit
Loading hollow tips into a busted 45
Dare a nigga look me in my eyes
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie now
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie
I got that thang on me, I got that weight on me
Watch what you say to me now
Pistol in face, homie, my niggas stay with me
They got them thangs, homie now
G-r-r-r, that's trump-tight, nigga
Yeah, wassup, nigga, ay, nigga
You see the rims on it? You see the rims?
You see the rims?
Them fifteen, twenty-inch spokes, you feel me?
Them— them the baddest, mane, you ain't even—
Nigga, I got two, new for the car, look, right here
Portable, haa, nah mean?
Portable, you know, feel me?
We got the basket
Piece on the bitch corner, then it's all good