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poisoned soul - blood money lyrics

[intro]
i’m all glo’d up
(with the glo) glo gang (everywhere i go i glo n*gga, everywhere i’m at n*gga i’m good n*gga)
blood money (you got me in la n*gga, in the crips hood n*gga)
cartel (i’m ridin’ ’round with the crips n*gga)
almighty (30 shots on us [?], foreign cars)
what? (n*gga this sh*t ain’t no motherf*cking, fairy tail n*gga, i’m doing this sh*t n*gga)
i’m on my way man (n*ggas scared to come where i’m at n*gga)
almighty hit me up he made a mess he need a mop
a 100 shots he caught a opp can’t do no time he got that guap
ain’t n0body tell me sh*t when i got over [?]
(what? big glo n*gga haha)
almighty hit me up he made a mess he need a mop (he hit me up)
a 100 shots he caught a opp can’t do no time he got that guap
and can’t n0body tell me sh*t when i got over [?] (aye lil cus on his way man, aye, be ready man, aye)
almighty hit me up he made a mess he need a mop (be in the alley man)
and can’t… (tell tadoe come to the alley man) a 100 shots… (f*ck all of these motherf*ckers man, f*ck ’em, blood, shoot all [?])

[verse]
i’m ’bout to pull on the block
catch the opp and k!ll the opp
the oppa drop, ain’t no shots in [?]
shots left in my glock
i up this b*tch imma pop
this [?] gon shoot or shot (shoot or shot, d*mn)
i’mma shoota i got shootas, shootas got roogas roogas, with the kn*b (roogas with the kn*bs on them n*gga)
i’mma twist it and twist it and twist it until his body shoot a lot (shoot a lot, woah, d*mn)
n*ggas saw me [?], sued a lot (sued a lot, f*ck you, haha, i got money)
almighty called me up he say he need a prop, bring ’em up (bring ’em up, bring ’em up, blood)
[?] to pull up on these b*tch ass n*ggas and send a 100 shots (200 shots, 300 shots, 400 shots)
and i ain’t stopping shooting b*tch till i k!ll me about a 100 opps (200 opps, 300 opps, 400 opps)
i ain’t wealthy till i got enough that i can buy 30 trucks (200 trucks, 300 trucks, 400 trucks)
yeah (hahaha, y’all heard, squad, f*ck n*ggas, woah)
when almighty hit me up, i was f*cking this lil b*tch, she [?] lightskin and long hair (she was kinda thick)
she said her daddy had that bag, he say he was rich (kinda rich)
she say he was rich (he aight, for real?)
she say he was rich, so i had to talk to her, showed me where bricks, she showed me where the bricks at
now i got this sh*t (and i hit a l!ck, it’s called, b*tch)
she knew i was a snake (snake), so how the f*ck is she gon get mad at the glo? (glo gang)
she got b*tched (haha, she got b*tched, hahaha, b*tch)
yeah ([?] that b*tch, quick)
did your mom already know it? (glo it) at the end of the day (at the end of the day)
still be my b*tch (she still gon be my b*tch, ’cause i’m rich, with or without you b*tch)
with or without you b*tch (hahaha, haha, i’m glo’d up n*gga, glo gang, f*ck you, big glo)
and almighty (almighty) hit me up he made a mess he need a mop (he need a mop)
almighty hit me up he made a mess he need a mop (i gotchu) i called wulf he called them n*ggas they pulled up 300 shots (300 shots)
they sent them bullets at them p*ssy n*ggas, they know how i [?]
they know where we from, they know where we at, we ain’t far (we ain’t far n*gga, [?] pull up on yo ass right now)
and i’m that n*gga been that n*gga if i wanted i’d just call the lot (i want a car, i call the lot, squad, squad)
when almighty hit the block, he know everybody out there posted with their mops ([?] you, nino)
and if we think we see a opp, we gon send his ass about 350 shots (blow that motherf*cker up, n*gga)
if almighty hit me up, i’m gon hit the block
n*ggas better run, duck, dodge, duck (drop, drop, d*mn)
better move real fast, no stop (no stop)
if almighty hit me up i call wulf (woah) he got them n*ggas on their block (woah)
they gon pull up with them macs and they got chops (chops) and they got chops, ak 47 clips look like mops (sh*t crazy, like mops)
when i get to spray, everybody on the crowd like a dice game, they gon drop (they gon drop, f*ck y’all thought?)
this ain’t no rap, this is poetry, if you don’t like it don’t give me my props (f*ck you, squad, don’t give a f*ck)

- blood money lyrics

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