Trina

"Bullsh*t"

[Hook]
Stop rapping that bullsh*t
Stop talking that bullsh*t
Stop smoking that bullsh*t
Look like you on that bullsh*t

Bullsh*t
Stop rapping that bullsh*t
Stop talking that bullsh*t
Stop smoking that bullsh*t
You on that bullsh*t

Bullsh*t
Stop looking like bullsh*t
Stop dressing like bullsh*t
That ho you f*cking
You on that bullsh*t

Bullsh*t
Stop rapping that bullsh*t
Stop talking that bullsh*t
Stop smoking that
You on that bullsh*t

[Verse 1]
Hah, I'm coming gangsta mane
All the way 100 with it
Who spit it like I spit it (nobody)
n*ggas sippin
Hoes too and they like
Put gasoline on fire
These hoes'll get you killed
n*gga how you feel
You let hating stop your grind homie?
D.A. bullsh*tting
Want me with time homie
Sitting lonely in the cell
Hearing bullsh*t
Where n*ggas talk 'bout
How they had this, when they ain't had sh*t
Watch your surroundings
The devil's in the pulpit
n*ggas sell a million records
Talking bullsh*t
But me, I spit that gutta gutta real talk
People feel me in they heart
Like heartburn
A clique bad b*tches on my team;
pus*y clean, feet clean, teeth clean
You know what I mean
I got my beamed
Extended clip
And I ain't talking
Wake up smoke my purple
Drank my coffee here we go

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Now second verse
It gets worse than the first
Bullsh*t got my n*ggas
Locked down in a hearse
This sh*t hurt
n*ggas hating on a n*gga's ball
They hating on a n*gga's ball
Get your money, it's enough for us all
Don't even call me with that fake ass sh*t
I don't have time
Being worried 'bout another n*gga
Never been part of my grind
"Boosie you think you all that huh? bullsh*t"
No you think I'm all that b*tch! Real sh*t
Came from a personal pan
To a meatlover's
Certified street hustler
I like a lot of toppings
How you rocking?
Cutting them nappy head hoes
Smiling in my face with them two dirty ass golds
It's time that yall dids more
They wanna take me to court
It's fine but mane I ain't fine no more
If she don't wanna give up that ass
She bullsh*tting
If she ain't showed you the cash
She trying to jack you on some bullsh*t

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
No matter what
I keep it gutta
'til the bone gristle
Been slanging them whips
Been hanging with killers
Been banging at n*ggas
This is my life n*gga
Drive-by's, n*ggas miss?
Mane God with ya
Lil hard n*ggas
Who smell bullsh*t from a mile away
I'll be damned
If I let a n*gga take my smile away (f*ck a n*gga)
b*tches say I tried to run 'em
They bullsh*tting
They lock me in
I lock my door and finish my dro
If you ain't know
Is if you ain't hear from me the real facts
Boosie this
Boosie that
I don't wanna hear that
They trying to turn my kids against me
It's a cold world
My mama told me keep my di*k in
I'm bullsh*tting
What they gone say now?
Since I'm f*cking with suge?
I know
(who, suge knight?)
(suge knight?)
I know
Drag my name through the mud
I guess he headed for the grave
Like they said 10 years ago
f*ck a n*gga
Light the dro

[Hook]

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