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anemia - bleood lyrics

[verse 1: yuke]
tryna wipe my nose, p*ssy n*gga, you get snot
really slit my wrists ‘fore i die on that block
she know i’m anemic and she wanna cuddle with me
if you tryna play with me, i double back*up with my n*ggas
and he tried to spin again, best believe i’ll call my twin
he can’t show no bands and he got laced up on them xans
i don’t get paid enough to do that lil’ cap rap
i got hollywood n*ggas, really chat, chat
i don’t get paid enough to do that lil’ cap rap
i got hollywood n*ggas, really ch—
i don’t get paid enough to do that lil’ cap rap
i got hollywood n*ggas, really chat, chat
how you hatin’ on my twin but you smoke blacks?
how you hatin’ on the gang but yo’ music wack?
but your music trash, huh, you ain’t never had, huh
it was never that, it was never that

[verse 2: bleood]
yeah
countin’ fifties, hundrеds, ain’t no twenties, ain’t no f*ckin’ ones
[?], i’ma doublе back
that b*tch told me that she love me, i know that lil’ b*tch is cap
married to my f*ckin’ money, married to that f*ckin’ stack
brand new piece, i got that copped, luvo in the f*ckin’ pot
i just made some new b*tch, she said she like it a lot
i’m a vampire, vampire, sippin’ blood a lot
that b*tch is a liar, she a liar, she be eatin’ c*ck
i be in the back, i stack my bread
your b*tch in the back, she droppin’ that
when i dress up, i don’t need no friends
need me a lil’ barbie ’cause i’m ken
need me a ten ’cause, b*tch, i’m a ten
he be pourin’ up, like, n*gga, what?
ok, pull up like some veterans
scope up on my glock, it got a lens
he be talkin’, we gon’ get his face
he be talkin’, we gon’ spin the gang
i’m with yuke, tappin’ the penjel’
n*gga, what you smokin’? that is fed
i can be yo’ f*ckin’ daddy, racks, just sell it, buy it again
wake up in the party, i am—, “everybody’s starin’ up at him”
[outro: bleood]
d*e*f*f*i
d*e*f*f*i

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