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Play "bulletproof baby"
On apple music
Lyrics for bulletproof baby by silvana imam
I know you ain't gonna back down on us now that we need you
I want

tone, I would find home
And I'm someone everyone got they eyes on
See I was taught up in this trade you gotta learn the tricks
Not to go by the book but

different bitch, me and her is not the same (no)
And I'm hotter than a bitch, I'm a whole different flame

You know the motherfuckin' name, I go by L-E-O

Rap's behemoth
Check the tracks the whole album steaming
Passion gleaming, pass the seasoning
They wanted a plate so I had to feed em
Now I have em

Stay Safe or Stay Dangerous
Ready to die like a Biggie Smalls album
Wasn't raised from the bottom
I was raised by the bottom
Started from the bottom

house parties with the tape deck
I would do my dance and earn a bunch of respect
Protected by my Uncles when I came across them rejects
On the porch

an album dog, and make it bumpin’
Yeah, five times I've started over and
It's like I'm never really satisfied with where I'm at
All the work is lost,

someone capable of making albums like me 
Will be the day that I am able to go love someone
It's a difficult process and a topic I'll leave for now
Cuz Im

Verse 1: Po3
I’m motivated by the notion of being overrated or under-appreciated for greatness
I know the matrix, with the numbers on the screen I

heaven on a beat, I'm a legend in these streets
Corn Coast jumpsuit, you can bet it's made by me
So you know it's plain to see that we moving like the sea

can take the blame
Ima grab him by the horns and spit up in his face
Tell him I'm creating magic like I'm David Blaine
Like I am number one and you

on your block for three summers and four winters
Chinchilla cold with the soul of a young old nigga
I never been hoed by any thot or gold digger 
The 44

ESCO, LALCKO drive By Firme, Cérébral GHE2TO
CAMR king, CONGO 2007, bim!

Avec le temps
Mes yeux grossissent comme l'argent
De l'usure y aura des

rageux prépare-toi, gros bâtard
À voir passer l'orage
T'es en stand-by, tu fatigues, moi je baille
J'suis au top, toi t'es die
Et je baise tes Jedis
Enlève

album
Love make it go platinum
Look at that passion, love
Buzz in the status Young T
Balling like magic, love
Now they wanna come get chose
All these

me and get to the big homie
I'm bout to max her card out to the limit
I ain't got a big house like (Twisted)
I ain't dropped a big album like (Twisted)

hurt
Got kicked out my house
Dumped by my girl, but the grind don't stop
Bitch it never will working for no pay
Working everyday living in a basement
Got

go to bed early
My bedroom was right by it
Singing "Gloria in excelsis Deo"
Sure enough angels came to comfort us
And we rode on wings through all

dirty the south
cnd I Been There i Done That

Power Verse

cnd the day that your album go on sale for the first hour
Just remember like Nas , I Gave You

and they lost the key
I'm mad as fuck 'cause by now
I'd be on album three
I keep beggin' but no oh oh oh
They wont let me go oh oh oh
I thought it was

If I drop an album and no hears does it still make a sound
Is it like a tree in the forest when it falls and no one's around
If I play a show and no

desperately wish you had
See, it's the way you make up songs and you belt 'em out in the shower
Then tell me you'll write my album, you'll have it done in

you feel the pain maybe you
Relate tell me do it
Make you wanna bang do a drive by to it?
Has it really helped you
I be gettin messages from
People

beefed with
My home girl got raped by
The homie on deep shit
Me and the other homie hit back then
But then he split i pray to the devil, blood
Ain't hard