Bullets (feat. X-Boy) Video (MV)

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Bullets go straight to ya head
I'm rebel, i'm psycho, and i'm mad
Got ak-47 on my hand
Got a coffins, and enemies will be dead

Put choppa in your face
And yeah bitches come we don't chase
Swazi gold smoking everyday
The throne is ours, you better getaway

She wanna puff with all gang
She loves party we pf gang
They copy our style and our slang
You better protect ya neck like wu-tang
Bang-bang, and we gangbang
My cash go straight on my piggybank
You're no value, your schedule is still blank
Gold is my name, call me shabaa ranks

Music is my passion
And it is my profession
I've been killing in fashion
They see my progression
They scared my reaction
I'm still get connection
I make my own correction
When i make my reflection

You can wear bulletvest
My bullets go straight to your chest
We drop bombs to ya Block as test
Like pablo making money fast bless

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Bullets bullets bullets bullets
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Bullets bullets bullets bullets
Any rhymes making me Stupid,stupid stupid
With my niggas to see any idea To get high
We want to see everything fly
I was woken up after 4 but,before 2 i can die

Bad bitches know me
More beats crown me
They say i'm killing but works like shao-lin

May-day, may-day
Lost bullets, são asneiras
May day, May day
Encarnei a dupla marley & keita

Real niggas by my side, i'm example
I talk about monsters nigga, we from jungle

Me & music julieta & romeo
Pen and papper samaritans and hebreu