Esta - Bull$hit lyrics

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Esta - Bull$hit lyrics

Look at all the bullsh** I been through Verse 1: Bullsh**, bullsh** What I'm calling while they yelling from the pulpit See they running from my gunners when they pulling These n***as need a truck how they dump them bullets Big boys, big toys, riding round the city smoking real big noise Big voice, big poise, all this s**y I sweat got your main b**h moist Baseline, keep her head at my waistline, til she said that it taste fine I don't mean to be a dick, but when she go home to you giving kisses, my n***a you could taste mine Case 9, evidence D I be k**ing this sh** evidently In this b**h, allegedly Never rock a flag but I pledge to the streets Each one teach one while I fledge to the beat Take to the sky, knowledge I seek This abstract n***a head so concrete Me back-stab a n***a, that's so not me Although n***as all talk, they just blow hot heat I could stay on point when I go off beat Broccoli, I'm rolling, holding, and smoking Probably that cologne, strong, potent When I'm with your ho, I long, stroke it Up til the morn', the alarm, broke it But this was all after I hacked the game I modified my chance and adapted to change I know everybody want the racks and the fame But when I pa** 'em in shame they in the pa**enger lane And after they hate, they wanna act new Look at all the bullsh** I been through Verse 2: Getting this money with pa**ionate aim, laughing at n***as that's racking they brains Moving them bricks from Atlanta to Maine, can you do it with no accidents made? If it go down are you grabbing the K? Grabbing the tek? Or ga**ing away? Foolish if you do not blast, clap, or spray cuz it's Keys in the back and you Black either way Windows down, pump that ba**, in the clouds, puff that haze With a bad b**h, f** that face, grip them hips, cuff that waist Chilling on the block, pump that base, move that rock, puff that haze Sitting in the booth, run that tape, Pro them Tools, cut that take Spit your game, talk your sh**, grab your gat nope not again I ain't trying be like Pac and Big cuz we've heard all that a whole lot since them Me I'm just trying to improve my game, hone my craft, perfect my aim Protect my claims, if in need, check the game don't let the game check me So f** them n***as hating on the other side I put that on my Grandma on my mother's side R.I.P. to all the lost ones, I done had a few Accidents, natural and self-induced now Look at all the bullsh** I been through