Bulley¿ Lyrics

Hey, hey, hey, yeah, na-na-na

Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah

Woah, baby, woah, baby

Woah, hey, oh, hey

Na-na-na, woah

Na-na-na, na-na-na

Yeah, na-na-na

We got the Glock, better get down

I blow this bitch, better sit down

You left me all on my own

I was down bad, I ain't need you no more

I got different hoes on my dick, I'm solo

Check me out, bitch, they call me a bully

Check me out, bitch, they call me a bully

Toting the Glock l'd make it a fully

You try to test me, I ain't no rookie

Almost baked his cookie

You making me mad cause you think I ain't nothin

Telling her something like you don't know nothin

Huh, huh

CBT, Whole lotta gang shit

Yeah, yeah, we on that dumb shit

Ah, ah, ah, ah

We on dat dumb shit, yeah

Ah, ah, ah, ah

We on dat dumb shit, yeah

Ah, ah, ah, ah

They won't notice me

Na-na-na, na-na-na

Woah, ooh, ooh

Na-na-na, na-na-na

We on dat dumb shit, yeah

Say he got a drop

What you gon' do to me

Keep them call of duty sticks

like we was in a war zone

So much dripping, saw my body

Think I was a wardrobe

Bought my bro a brand new toy

It's called a recording drone

Yo, bitch, suck my dick so stupid

Think she had Down Syndrome

Beat that pussy up so good

I should've kept that film damn

And I'm fly as a kite, got your mans wanna be me

I'm on a jet ski, bitch, I be skiing

I be smoking this Za, I got a young nigga tweaking

No, no, bitch, I'm geeking

Hey, hey, hey

Nah, nah, nah

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