Bullsh*t lyrics

by

Ace Hood


[Verse 1: Vee Tha Rula]
Wake up every morning for the bank role
Ye ain't got it then I can't go
All about my cheese, my n*gga can’t so
Chillins get this money, n*gga pay so
Swear I just talk to Cam , sure let’s get it pop it
n*gga hit me up and told me somebody done shot him
Got the club goin’ up cuz we started from the bottom
R.I.P. my n*gga can somebody pop a bottle
Now the Rozay poppin’ I’mma pour it on the model
Let's have a pool party, get the b*tches in the [?]
Lil n*gga with a forty since a youngin' been a problem
Ain't have no roll model so who you think done taught him
In the streets we racin’, racin’
And n*gga be patient, patient
And these others n*gga hatin’, hatin’
Cuz the paper I’m chasin’, chasin’
n*gga woooaaah

[Chorus: Vee Tha Rula]
Life too short for the bullsh*t, for the bullsh*t n*gga
Life too short for the bullsh*t, for the bullsh*t n*gga
Life too short for the bullsh*t, for the bullsh*t n*gga
Life too short for the bullsh*t, for the bullsh*t n*gga
Life too short for a bullsh*t
Life too short, life too short
Life too short, life too short
Life too short for the bullsh*t
For the bullsh*t n*gga
[Verse 2: Vee Tha Rula]
Sweatin’ for the money like I can’t stop
In some slippers and a tank top
n*gga I was hurtin’ for it hopin’ that the pay start
Thirsty for the world, I feel the rain drop
[?] Like how the f*ck I'm supposed to balance
Nobody said this easy man you know this sh*t's a challenge
And you chopping at the shots and n*gga try to build a palace
Smokin’ on Jamaican n*gga til my eyes is callused
Yeah I’m smokin’ on jamaican, 'maican
Dressed like, like a Haitian, Haitian
Chasin’ paper like a mason, mason
Livin’ life that’s amazin’, amazin'
n*gga woooaaah
And n*gga ride dolo
Man I swear the popo tryna' take a n*gga photo
And these n*ggas won’t beaf
Yeah these n*gga's cowboy n*gga Tony Romo

[Chorus: Vee Tha Rula]
Life too short for the bullsh*t, for the bullsh*t n*gga
Life too short for the bullsh*t, for the bullsh*t n*gga
Life too short for the bullsh*t, for the bullsh*t n*gga
Life too short for the bullsh*t, for the bullsh*t n*gga
Life too short for a bullsh*t
Life too short, life too short
Life too short, life too short
Life too short for the bullsh*t
For the bullsh*t n*gga

[Verse 3: Kevin Gates:]
(I don't get tired)
Dirty glove murders for a [?]
With a burner for curneis, for who ever hold the feelings
If she want it more
Money to the ceilin’ illegitimately dealin'
Made a killin' with the killers
Paper peelin' like the clerk of courts
Prison yards I'm a dog where you never walked
They go to yard, never talk , later take the skills
Homicide reinforced, we don’t know remorse
[?]
Worst place to get caught slippin' is the car
50 round extensions stick em', hit em' with the darts
Headlights on the charger, there go the narcs
Superman in disguise, just another cop
Spittin’ up a lot a blood when you go to cough
Crime scene, yellow tape, man, there go the chalk
Lime green, [?] bumpin' Biggie Smalls
I'm a ball till' I fall
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