Rhythm D - Bulletproof Love lyrics

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Rhythm D - Bulletproof Love lyrics

[Verse 1: Yukmouth] Everyday I f** with two b**hes and they both got duties One do dirt, the other do dishes My one b**h is viscious, the other is a real ho The one under my pillow will leave a n***a crippled The one layin' on my chest kno' how to work the strip pole The other, family come from a long line of pistols Now nina is a nine, and her brother is a 12 Gauge Her mother is a .25 I packed in the 12th grade Her pops, a .45 Heckler & Koch And her uncle is a .44 Glock, they make ya pop Her grandma is a revolver, .357 Her grandpa, big Mack-11, send yo' a** to heaven I got the whole collection, family tree of weapons Desert Eagles, Ak's, TECs, and Smiff & Wessons That's my protection for when I'm steppin' in the club For you bulletproof thugs, this is bulletproof love [Verse 2: C-Bo] Uh, Uh You like the best thing to happen to me And you said if we hung together, wouldn't nuttin' happen to me I ain't even want to come outside You kept braggin' bout the sun, and how we can have fun outside So we hopped in the ride, I got you on my side And I'm feelin' the urgent moment like Bonnie & Clyde You keep poppin' that gangsta sh** How you could pop any man, its a plan about stayin' ya chips How anyone get in front of ya, holla How anyone get in front of ya, keep dollas or don't bother the kid It's a cold world, you put the heat in dis b**h Your the reason that Bin Laden, ain't defeated dis b**h So I'mma keep this b**h, get deep down in the streets with dis b**h Leak wit dis b**h, sleep wit dis b**h Eat wit dis b**h, creep on feet wit dis b**h I'm in love with a snub, and it's bulletproof love [Verse 3: Eastwood] We close together like me any my daughter A shotcaller, when it time to rob we both in tact wit the manslaughter I never knew that we would become so close You on the block wit a n***a, everytime I slang yae and post And you can never leave me, you know I f**s you the best And if a n***a trip, I know you puttin' four in his chest Do let the smooth jay fool ya, n***a my b**h will do ya And they got nicknames like Nina's,Ross,Tech's, & Rugers I love mine, wit a n***a through hard times And when I tried suicide you wouldn't let me die Yeah it's all hood, that's why I keep you close Everynight you sleep wit a n***a and rest yo' head on my pillow She's automatic, a Glock-9 Automatic Ready to break off static, smashed off in a Benz wagon I was a born leader, though I wasn't shown love And that's how I feel in touch wit my bulletproof love