TONY YAYO - Bullets Whistle lyrics

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[Hook:]

My Bullets whistle like

And Fly right pass ya dome

My Bullets whistle like

A Hundred shots a nigga gone

My Bullets whistle like

I got that Typewriter tommy gun just like Capone

My Bullets like

6 feet deep another homie gone

[Verse 1:]

We Juggle woman and we smuggle them bricks

New 750 model hug on my dick

I send a hater hater a postcard from paradise

The beach sandy that money got the setting right

No money less stress

Now all my enemies are in my book of death

I'm in that Luis Bomber

Yeah my car is like the stealth bomber

I see popo I mash when i hit the corner

Money at the bar raise the global economy

Global phone leer jet recession don't bother me

Herme's slippers fat ass cell

Two sisters I'm so ambitious like pharell

[Repeat Hook:

[Verse 2:]

I'm far from a legend I'll never be one

Street hall of fame die with a big gun

Like E-money my Troy at the sports bar

I get money and blow it on a sha'pa

Interscope wanna divide and conquer

Momma always told me don't trust em

R.I.P to Derry & Albert

To get an education need a 40 cal 'cuz

Lock your doors and hide your children

Shortie 13 years old and he dead on linen

Same day different shit

[Repeat Hook:]

[Hook:]

My Bullets whistle like

And Fly right pass ya dome

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