THUG LORDZ - Bulletproof Love lyrics

rate me

(feat. Eastwood)

[Verse 1: Yukmouth]

Everyday I fuck with two bitches and they both got duties

One do dirt, the other do dishes

My one bitch is viscious, the other is a real hoe

The one under my pillow will leave a nigga 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 & Cock

And her uncle is a .44 glock, they make ya pop

Her grandma is a revolver, .357

Her grandpa, big Mack-11, send yo' ass to heaven

I got the whole collection, family tree of weapons

Desert Eagles, Ak's, Tech's, and Smiff & Wessuns

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 shit

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 bitch

Your the reason that Bin Laden, ain't defeated dis bitch

So imma keep this bitch, get deep down in the streets with dis bitch

Leak wit dis bitch, sleep wit dis bitch

Eat wit dis bitch, creep on feet wit dis bitch

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 nigga, everytime I slang yae and post

And you can never leave me, you know I fucks you the best

And if a nigga trip, I know you puttin' four in his chest

Do let the smooth jay fool ya, nigga my bitch will do ya

And they got nicknames like Nina's,Ross,Tech's, & Rugers

I love mine, wit a nigga 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 nigga 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