Lyrics Justine Skye – Bulletproof
Text:
They want me, but you, know me
You’re my no place like home (Home)
You’re the type to take control, I know (I know)
Summer day, upon your bedy (Ay ay ayy)
You don’t rest until we
But we’re bulletproof, no army
Bitches runnin’ ’round saying they gon’ make time
For you, I know I could do time
You ain’t gotta all tatted on my waistline
You, you’re the only one on my mind
All my friends and my momma bang both signs
You, you be shining like a green light
You go Mr ?
in that disguise
We ain’t gotta love like everyone else
We ain’t gotta love like everyone else
‘Cause we know we bulletproof
Don’t need to make excuses
We ain’t gotta love like everyone else
We ain’t gotta love like them
We ain’t gotta tell the world what we’re doing now, why, why, why, why, why
Keep it away from these birds, all they do is tweet, tweet, they ain’t coming offline
I ain’t gotta do the most to show that you’re my baby
We already know the deal, we ain’t gotta overkill, no, no
Bitches runnin’ ’round saying they gon’ make time
For you, I know I could do time
You ain’t gotta all tatted on my waistline
You, you’re the only one on my mind
All my friends and my momma bang both signs
You go Mr ?
in that disguise
We ain’t gotta love like everyone else
We ain’t gotta love like everyone else
‘Cause we know we bulletproof
Don’t need to make excuses
We ain’t gotta love like everyone else
We ain’t gotta love like them
We ain’t gotta love like them
Bitches runnin’ ’round saying they gon’ make time
For you, I know I could do time
You ain’t gotta all tatted on my waistline
You, you’re the only one on my mind
All my friends and my momma bang both signs
You, you be shining like a green light
You go Mr ?
in that disguise
We ain’t gotta love like everyone else
We ain’t gotta love like everyone else (We ain’t gotta love)
‘Cause we know we bulletproof
Don’t need to make excuses
We ain’t gotta love like everyone else (No, no)
We ain’t gotta love like them
We ain’t gotta love like them
We ain’t gotta love like them, no, oh
Yeah-ah, we ain’t gotta love like them