Bull Fighter - Jean Dawson

I know you like to dance around

Middle figure 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