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idgt - bloody! (taisiegel) lyrics

[chorus]
ballin’ hard like durant
throwin’ bullets at a slant
b*tch bad like super [?]
i wan’ give her super [?]
move with n*ggas with no sense
movin’ very militant
[?]
i might have to pimp a hoe
i might have to kick a door
if the money movin’ slow
i might have to go outside, post up at a corner store
we know we all got a dream i hope a money tree grow
outside late actin’ like a negro
i love drugs, when they in my blood
they won’t show me love
got lean up in the club
i’m runnin’ up a check
and your hoe she want s*x
and thesе n*ggas know i’m next
and i just want a flat screen in a corvette
and that b*tch too boring
wеst indian hoe yeah i like a foreign
baby i been on the road like i’m world touring
i could never sell my soul cause it’s too enormous
i be making her sh*t fat now her sh*t enormous
laughing at, old hoes, when i’m on the forbes list
b*tch i’m bl**dy idgt i don’t need a chorus

she keep tellin’ me she need me cause she like my vocals
cookin’ up on fl i never heard of pro tools
controlling her all the way, like a roku
she gone eat my d*ck up and treat it like it’s soul food
i don’t wanna fight, but a hole in you and you too
and i’m done with this hoe
cause i’m thinking with my soul
and i’m starting to get old
when they see my pockets grow
think i’m startin’ to hit the road
trust in my soul
ballin’ til a n*gga old
ballin’ hard like durant
throwin’ bullets at a slant
b*tch bad like super [?]
i wan’ give her super [?]
move with n*ggas with no sense
movin’ very militant
[?]
i might have to pimp a hoe
i might have to kick a door
if the money movin’ slow
i might have to go outside, post up at a corner store
we know we all got a dream i hope a money tree grow
outside late actin’ like a negro

i love drugs, when they in my blood
they won’t show me love
got lean up in the club
i’m runnin’ up a check
and your hoe she want s*x
and these n*ggas know i’m next
and i just want a flat screen in a corvette
and that b*tch too boring
west indian hoe yeah i like a foreign
baby i been on the road like i’m world touring
i could never sell my soul cause it’s too enormous
i be making her sh*t fat now her sh*t enormous
laughing at, old hoes, when i’m on the forbes list
b*tch i’m bl**dy idgt i don’t need a chorus

- bloody taisiegel lyrics

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