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Rich Gang – Bullet Lyrics

Just met a little bitch with a long name
Motherfucker had more letters than Tennessee
I go gorilla in the pussy, (gorilla, gorilla) R.I.P. Willy B
I’m scared, I’m hidin’ in the bushes
Three bags like a nigga pushed me
Down to the ground like a motherfucking pussy
Last Dragon, feeling like Leroy
I can catch a bullet, catch a bullet
(I got a lot of bullets, I got a lot of bullets
I got a lot of bullets, yeah, I got a lot of bullets
Got so many guns on me think I’m a bully)

These nigga pussy, these nigga act like they want it
Little nigga better watch what you say
Cause everywhere I go, boy, it's on me
She dark and tall like Naomi
House so big got a gate on it
No cat came without skeet on it
First time I fucked her was in Beethoven
But I'm on like water, Thugga go
Tell her how ya feel, homie
(If a nigga kill my mother
I’m a shooter, walkin’ out the corridor
Come on, dude, I’ll top yo daughter
I hit you with the metal, no quarter
I ain't broke, money never shorter
Tugboat so big I'm sittin’ on water)
I’m a killer, I don’t need no reason
(Hate, but I only want the head just like a beanie, yeah)
Money in the air, that's how I'm breathin’
(And I only lose to you, you undefeated
Quan, telling me)

Just met a little bitch with a long name
Motherfucker had more letters than Tennessee
I go gorilla in the pussy, (gorilla, gorilla) R.I.P. Willy B
I’m scared, I’m hidin’ in the bushes
Three bags like a nigga pushed me
Down to the ground like a motherfucking pussy
Last Dragon, feeling like Leroy
I can catch a bullet, catch a bullet
(I got a lot of bullets, I got a lot of bullets
I got a lot of bullets, yeah, I got a lot of bullets
Got so many guns on me think I’m a bully)

I know all the body hoes, they not straight, please retain ‘em
(We gon’ treat em like an imp, they fade, we gon’ paint em)
Hey, I just wanna see that pretty bush on Kurt, no angle
(I'm gon make that pussy hurt, I don’t get tired, no anal)
I got a bankroll and a Beamer
I got this ice on like a penguin
(Gotat keep changing clothes when ya find me)
Cookies, famous, I ain’t talkin’ Amos
And I'm quick to try down with the steel, yes, stainless
57 thousand in the mouth, no dentist
(And I just made a mill in the year in my bankroll
We hit 'em from the rear, boy, I know that they gon’ thank us)
Woah, all my dawgs wild, they can’t tame us
(She play with balls, call her Serena)
And we are rich bangers, bae, you can’t change us
(Tripped you up from your neck to your ankle
Hand it to my brother Thugga Thugga, I)

Just met a little bitch with a long name
Motherfucker had more letters than Tennessee
I go gorilla in the pussy, (gorilla, gorilla) R.I.P. Willy B
I’m scared, I’m hidin’ in the bushes
Three bags like a nigga pushed me
Down to the ground like a motherfucking pussy
Last Dragon, feeling like Leroy
I can catch a bullet, catch a bullet
(I got a lot of bullets, I got a lot of bullets
I got a lot of bullets, yeah, I got a lot of bullets
Got so many guns on me think I’m a bully)
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