Ozzy Apollo - BRUCE BANNER Lyrics

I’m off the shits; Bruce Banner
Loose cannon; why would I move phantom?
Outstanding; why would I move random?
I planned it; why would I choose tandem?
Move dolo, this is the new anthem
No promos, how could I go platinum?
Bust magnums back to her Bojangles
Look handsome holding on both ankles
No tantrums, onto the next bitch
Hands on my throat like a necklace
I tell her go live reckless
And watch all the goals infect it, don’t deflect it
I go for seconds cooking dope in segments
Made you exit at my woken entrance
Bitch it’s broken fences on a slope connected
To my wicked past, why you so defensive it’s
My life; two bitches, blonde d****
Too cold; klondike
I’m so God like
Why can’t I do me without you bitching
Like you been in my description
Like you been in my position
Popping prescriptions to fuck with your vision
I know what is real so don’t tell me what isn’t
Baby I’m back in the building
Baby I’m back in the building
Baby I’m back in the building
Baby I’m back in the building
Baby I’m back in the building
Baby I’m back in the building
Can’t have me back in the building!
You can’t have me back in the building!
We get down aye
We get we get we get down, yeah
We get down aye
We get we get we get down, yeah
We get down aye
We get we get we get down, yeah
We get down aye
We get we get we get down, yeah
Going Bobby Boucher
If you making all the plays, what the fuck would you say?
Would you sip on the Dulce on a Tuesday
Or only on a weekend like a new plague?
Ex on my line every other Tuesday
Talking bout “I know you love me, I don’t care what you say”
So I Sent her a pic of my baddie new bae
And I’m Still feeling good like I’m Mikey Buble
Bitch catch all my soufflé on ya duvet
Eat it up like a buffet on a doomsday
Slurp on a smoothie when you’re moody
Or fuck like a groupie for some new J’s
All that lame shit been a Fiasco, better call Lupe I’m off duty
Used to be a movie now you’re bootleg
But you still got a booty goin woozy
Hold up, baby I’m playing
Losing my brain bitch I’m out of my mind
You wanna main but I got no time
I dive, then we electric slide
Tryna get around, tryna get around
Tryna get a sound
Beat em up, beat em down
Till they runnin out of town
Seen em getting out of bounds
So they getting all these rounds
One pound for the smoke, five pound for the vows
Ten pounds for the ropes, fifty pounds to the south
Fuck the word of mouth, fuck the word of mouth
And what I’m about
Climbing for the loot, cumming on her blouse
And nobody move, see what I’m about
And you do it all for the clout in a boatload
See I do it for a house and a wardrobe
And I been at the top fuck award shows
Know ya enemy when the war goes down
Mofuckas dying everyday trusting in anybody
Cuz people talk to you however they want then feel some type of way
When you reciprocate that energy or stop fucking with them
I gotta do me
Worry about you
We good over here
We get down baby

I’m off the shits; Bruce Banner
Loose cannon; why would I move phantom?
Outstanding; why would I move random?
I planned it; why would I choose tandem?
Move dolo, this is the new anthem
No promos, how could I go platinum?
Bust magnums back to her Bojangles
Look handsome holding on both ankles
No tantrums, onto the next bitch
Hands on my throat like a necklace
I tell her go live reckless
And watch all the goals infect it, don’t deflect it
I go for seconds cooking dope in segments
Made you exit at my woken entrance
Bitch it’s broken fences on a slope connected
To my wicked past, why you so defensive it’s
My life; two bitches, blonde d****
Too cold; klondike
I’m so God like
Why can’t I do me without you bitching
Like you been in my description
Like you been in my position
Popping prescriptions to fuck with your vision
I know what is real so don’t tell me what isn’t
Baby I’m back in the building
Baby I’m back in the building
Baby I’m back in the building
Baby I’m back in the building
Baby I’m back in the building
Baby I’m back in the building
Can’t have me back in the building!
You can’t have me back in the building!
We get down aye
We get we get we get down, yeah
We get down aye
We get we get we get down, yeah
We get down aye
We get we get we get down, yeah
We get down aye
We get we get we get down, yeah
Going Bobby Boucher
If you making all the plays, what the fuck would you say?
Would you sip on the Dulce on a Tuesday
Or only on a weekend like a new plague?
Ex on my line every other Tuesday
Talking bout “I know you love me, I don’t care what you say”
So I Sent her a pic of my baddie new bae
And I’m Still feeling good like I’m Mikey Buble
Bitch catch all my soufflé on ya duvet
Eat it up like a buffet on a doomsday
Slurp on a smoothie when you’re moody
Or fuck like a groupie for some new J’s
All that lame shit been a Fiasco, better call Lupe I’m off duty
Used to be a movie now you’re bootleg
But you still got a booty goin woozy
Hold up, baby I’m playing
Losing my brain bitch I’m out of my mind
You wanna main but I got no time
I dive, then we electric slide
Tryna get around, tryna get around
Tryna get a sound
Beat em up, beat em down
Till they runnin out of town
Seen em getting out of bounds
So they getting all these rounds
One pound for the smoke, five pound for the vows
Ten pounds for the ropes, fifty pounds to the south
Fuck the word of mouth, fuck the word of mouth
And what I’m about
Climbing for the loot, cumming on her blouse
And nobody move, see what I’m about
And you do it all for the clout in a boatload
See I do it for a house and a wardrobe
And I been at the top fuck award shows
Know ya enemy when the war goes down
Mofuckas dying everyday trusting in anybody
Cuz people talk to you however they want then feel some type of way
When you reciprocate that energy or stop fucking with them
I gotta do me
Worry about you
We good over here
We get down baby