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"That Bull"


I guarantee you this our new street anthem
Shut to the bulls of Delaware
Shut to the bulls of Jersey
This right here gonna trap on smash
Who wanted to meet part two?

[Chorus:]
Hundred dollar bills, shoot box for
Got two bricks in my top drawer
Doc, take niggas if he got more
Everybody knows I'm that boy!
Bring eight back when I drop four
Took ten shots through my door
For one body, but I got more
Everybody knows I'm that boy!

Hold on damage, hold on, man!
Listen man!
I told you about that, damn it!
As a matter of fact, that's so exclusive
That's so official,
You gotta run that from the top, man!

[Chorus:]
Hundred dollar bills, shoot box for
Got two bricks in my top drawer
Doc, take niggas if he got more
Everybody knows I'm that boy!
Bring eight back when I drop four
Took ten shots through my door
For one body, but I got more
Everybody knows I'm that boy!

Still spending money till 08
Cutting clean, hands on the own plate
Grease on the block, nigga no [?]
This 44DO8!
Hundred grands cash, no black car
Got it off the brick [?]
Boiling water in the glass jar
Uh, I made enough to buy that car!
Aka 47, put it on ten
Bangle all niggas like [?]
You rather spend ten grands on [?]
Ever buy new car, cause I want that
Breaking down pounds of the grande
It got gray hands like my granddaddy
I wanna rap, but it's not falling through
So I'm about to sit a bird on a bottle [?]

[Chorus:]
Hundred dollar bills, shoot box for
Got two bricks in my top drawer
Doc, take niggas if he got more
Everybody knows I'm that boy!
Bring eight back when I drop four
Took ten shots through my door
For one body, but I got more
Everybody knows I'm that boy!

Uh, I'm riding dirty but the car clean
[?] in this Orleans
At a slumber party with all fiends
I just sold a bottle to all in!
My man got the [?] and they all [?]
He put niggas down talking all zippers
Mixing pain pills with hard liquor
Getting fish scale talking all Flipper
When the fiend die, make your phone [?]
I spend two thousand on phone [?]
You was Jay-Z, make the song cry!
I was dropping coke till this bone dry!
So 24 with the cold coffin
My mass in the [?] to the post office
Uh, my plug get me what I ask for
But later on, I'm a break in this back-door

[Chorus:]
Hundred dollar bills, shoot box for
Got two bricks in my top drawer
Doc, take niggas if he got more
Everybody knows I'm that boy!
Bring eight back when I drop four
Took ten shots through my door
For one body, but I got more
Everybody knows I'm that boy!

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