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Alrightusa - The Bull Y Fish Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Turkey and cheese from the 7
Stay out ‘till 11, smoke a couple bowls
Send ‘em to heaven
Make sure the check in
Thank god I ain’t have to check-in
Momma wanted USC
Made some M’s off U S I C
Travel the high seas, get a new glass piece
Ugh
Wanted my mom proud
She needed a C class
Ugh
Wanted my dad proud
He wanted that new ranch
Ugh
Gotta have taste for this shit
Gotta make or break plan in this bitch
Front that shit up like we made for this shit
No backups, we breakin’ this bitch

[Chorus]

Ooo tell ‘em tell ‘em
Tío got hit like wet ‘em wet ‘em
Spittin’ this shit like venom venom
Ooo tell ‘em tell ‘em
Tío got hit like wet ‘em wet ‘em
Spittin’ this shit like venom venom
Venom venom venom venom…

Ooo
Ohh
Ohh
Woah

Venom venom venom fills this world…
[Verse 2]

Shit don’t feel right (ugh)
Must be the pants up way too tight
And uh…
Must be the poison right?
Shit don’t feel right shit don’t feel right
Must be the poison right?
Shit don’t feel right shit don’t feel right
Don’t think I’m alright (aye)
Alright alright alright alright

Way too many damn chances-
…feel like I’m takin’ back (hmm)
Got all my new plants in
Feel like I’m smokin’ that
Feel like I’m doin’ my dancin’
Really gonna groove to that
Really gonna groove to that
Really gonna groove to that
[Verse 3]

*clears throat*
Doing my dance
There is no chance
That you are fucking around with my bands
All of my plans
It's outta my hands
My shooters are thirsty
Where is your mans
I keep a grand
Up in my pants
Designer brands
Don't tell me I can't
High as a kite when I'm smoking my plant
Packed so much weed in the blunt feeling cramped

Me and my boys all at the crib talking about the shit we never did
Like spending some racks or buying a crib
But we workin' hard, we tryna live
We tryna ball, I'm flying to Cali
...to be with the homies them boys is my family
Keeping this music shit up 'cross the country
Aye

I need a Porsche on my front porch
I need a lighter the blunt getting torched
I'm peter piper these peppers is scorched
You need a find you a bitch you a dork
You eat ya cereal knife and a fork
Boy I got drip and I'm fly like a stork
Stfu, bitch put a cork
I need a new whip, some shit wit' some torque
And I could tell you that I been doing this since I was 12
I'm probably going to hell
But these records are going to sell
We gon be big as a whale
But me and my homies we doing good
We upping we doing well
We on the trail
We tripped but we never fell
No