(Chorus)
Yeah we posted up at Bulls on Broad,
Shots lined up, whole squad on God,
Bass so loud make the floorboards throb,
Bartender lookin’ like she out her job.
We don’t sip light, nah we drink things raw,
Whole night blurred like a film with no pause,
If the cops roll up, we still outside,
‘Cause Bulls on Broad where legends don’t die.
(Verse 1)
Walk in smell like liquor and smoke,
Big chain swingin’ like I’m tryin’ to provoke,
Got a dude in the corner tryna flex for a toke,
But his game so weak that the bar crowd spoke —
“Sit yo’ ass down.”
We ain’t playin’ no clown,
We came for the music and to shut shit down.
Got boots on the bar, shots spillin’ on the ground,
And the DJ got the whole damn room goin’ round.
(Pre-Chorus)
We don’t do cute drinks, we downin’ the flames,
We the type turn birthdays into walk-of-shame,
We toast to mistakes, we toast to the blame,
And we yell “Bulls on Broad!” like we proud of our name.
(Chorus)
Yeah we posted up at Bulls on Broad,
Shots lined up, whole squad on God,
Bass so loud make the floorboards throb,
Bartender lookin’ like she out her job.
We don’t sip light, nah we drink things raw,
Whole night blurred like a film with no pause,
If the cops roll up, we still outside,
‘Cause Bulls on Broad where legends don’t die.
(Verse 2)
Got a girl with a tattoo that says “raise hell,”
And she really mean that, ain’t hard to tell.
She drink whiskey straight, didn’t even exhale,
And she grabbed my shirt like, “Boy don’t bail.”
So we danced too close, lights neon bright,
Sweat drippin’ like the bar trying to rain all night.
We ain’t talkin’ ‘bout love — nah, just right now life,
Bad decisions, wrong friends, good-ass night.
(Bridge)
If you know — then you know — this ain’t just a spot,
It’s where heartbreak goes just to take one shot.
Where the quiet kids wild and the loud kids hot,
Where the ones who got nothin’ still give everything they got.
(Chorus)
Yeah we posted up at Bulls on Broad,
Shots lined up, whole squad on God,
Bass so loud make the floorboards throb,
Bartender lookin’ like she out her job.
We don’t sip light, nah we drink things raw,
Whole night blurred like a film with no pause,
If the cops roll up, we still outside,
‘Cause Bulls on Broad where legends don’t die.
(Outro)
Yeah… Bulls on Broad…
Where the night go wrong in the best kinda way…
Tell ‘em you were there.
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