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    "Bullets" Lyrics

    Bob Schneider

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    I gotta freak I gott flow
    I gotta throw my ass overboard baby dont you know
    The tip that I'm on yeah it's the bomb
    Did I ever tell you that you look a lot like my mom
    Yeah and your smart I can tell you pull me apart as well
    And then you put me back together hey don't break my heart and sell it for
    Ice cream and fudge give me the nudge
    Yeah is it live or is it dope honey you'll be the to judge

    If you got the bullets I got the time
    You bring the bullets I'll bring the wine
    You bring your bullets I'll bring my bat
    I can tell you where it is but I can't tell you where it's at

    Money honey's your only friend
    You know your friends may take a walk but money'll be there in the end
    You're in a spin it ain't no sin
    To drink some gin and have yourself some fun oh every now and again
    Oh man I'm bleeding so I'm going to bed bro
    Because the mad hatter's crazy and having a party in my head and though
    I don't mind big baby I'm getting kinda sleepy
    And baby that look that you've been giving me is getting creepy

    If you got the bullets I got the time
    You bring the bullets I'll bring the wine
    You bring your bullets I'll bring my hat
    And we can get the hell out before they find out where we're at

    You got the bullets I got the time
    You bring your bullets I'll bring the wine
    You bring the bullets I'll bring my bat
    'Cos I can tell you where it is but I can't tell you where it's at

    And I got this big pig p it wears a big wig see
    It tells me every single morning boy you're going to be big b
    It's kinda cutie it plays the flute g
    And yeah a flute playing wig wearing pig's a fucking hootie
    I ain't no blowfish, damn I'm light as air so
    I've got a million dollar smile and I take it everywhere I go
    But you know I keep it hidden deep inside my big ole head
    And I only take it out at night when I'm all alone in bed

    You got bullets, I got time
    You bring your bullets, I'll bring the wine
    You bring your bullets, I'll bring my bat
    I can tell you where it is but I can't tell you where it's at

    You got bullets, I got time
    You bring your bullets I'll bring the wine
    You bring your bullets, I'll bring my bat
    And we can get the hell out before they find out where we at

    You got bullets etc
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BUG MUSIC O/B/O SHOCKORAMA MUSIC INC..
    Written by Robert Schneider, Robert Linwood Schneider.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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