Booka600 - Bison lyrics
[Booka600 - Bison lyrics]
Dougie on the beat
With the world on his shoulders
Feel he sold his soul out
And the world get colder, daughters get older
Tell lil' bro slid like oil
Bullets got closer
And this shit ain't for you
This shit for the soldiers
Pack like a holster, racks like I'm holding
My life on the road real, might see a bison
Send hit's like Tyson, feds send the mice in
Tell 'em turn the mic in
We turn the streets up, make that back seater
Vetements, two pieces
That's a 'Vette two seater
Don't insist to get in, in the game
No bleachers
I'ma press the issue, if he snitch
He disowned
Right is right, wrong wrong is wrong
Sometimes you on your own own
Sometimes you do wrong wrong
Sometimes you ain't long long
Sometimes you got my heart, don't even know
Sometimes I know you right even if you wrong
With the world on his shoulders
Feel he sold his soul out
And the world get colder, daughters get older
Tell lil' bro slid like oil
Bullets got closer
And this shit ain't for you
This shit for the soldiers
Pack like a holster, racks like I'm holding
My life on the road real, might see a bison
Send hit's like Tyson, feds send the mice in
Tell 'em turn the mic in
We turn the streets up, make that back seater
Vetements, two pieces
That's a 'Vette two seater
Yeah, on the yard with your jail legs
Wanna see you, hear nothing
Wanna feel your heartbeat
I know your heart filled with love
You could kill with that nigga
That don't mean they love you
Strong, stay strong stay strong, stay strong
You ain't got long, not at all
Just hold your arm, I'm coming home
With the world on his shoulders
Feel he sold his soul out
And the world get colder, daughters get older
Tell lil' bro slid like oil
Bullets got closer
And this shit ain't for you
This shit for the soldiers
Pack like a holster, racks like I'm holding
My life on the road real, might see a bison
Send hit's like Tyson, feds send the mice in
Tell 'em turn the mic in
We turn the streets up, make that back seater
Vetements, two pieces
That's a 'Vette two seater
Don't insist to get in, in the game
No bleachers
I'ma press the issue, if he snitch
He disowned
Dougie on the beat
With the world on his shoulders
Feel he sold his soul out
And the world get colder, daughters get older
Tell lil' bro slid like oil
Bullets got closer
And this shit ain't for you
This shit for the soldiers
Pack like a holster, racks like I'm holding
My life on the road real, might see a bison
Send hit's like Tyson, feds send the mice in
Tell 'em turn the mic in
We turn the streets up, make that back seater
Vetements, two pieces
That's a 'Vette two seater
Don't insist to get in, in the game
No bleachers
I'ma press the issue, if he snitch
He disowned
Right is right, wrong wrong is wrong
Sometimes you on your own own
Sometimes you do wrong wrong
Sometimes you ain't long long
Sometimes you got my heart, don't even know
Sometimes I know you right even if you wrong
With the world on his shoulders
Feel he sold his soul out
And the world get colder, daughters get older
Tell lil' bro slid like oil
Bullets got closer
And this shit ain't for you
This shit for the soldiers
Pack like a holster, racks like I'm holding
My life on the road real, might see a bison
Send hit's like Tyson, feds send the mice in
Tell 'em turn the mic in
We turn the streets up, make that back seater
Vetements, two pieces
That's a 'Vette two seater
Yeah, on the yard with your jail legs
Wanna see you, hear nothing
Wanna feel your heartbeat
I know your heart filled with love
You could kill with that nigga
That don't mean they love you
Strong, stay strong stay strong, stay strong
You ain't got long, not at all
Just hold your arm, I'm coming home
With the world on his shoulders
Feel he sold his soul out
And the world get colder, daughters get older
Tell lil' bro slid like oil
Bullets got closer
And this shit ain't for you
This shit for the soldiers
Pack like a holster, racks like I'm holding
My life on the road real, might see a bison
Send hit's like Tyson, feds send the mice in
Tell 'em turn the mic in
We turn the streets up, make that back seater
Vetements, two pieces
That's a 'Vette two seater
Don't insist to get in, in the game
No bleachers
I'ma press the issue, if he snitch
He disowned
Dougie on the beat