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blood - boldy james lyrics

[intro]
(pharmaceutically [?]) [?]
mr. million*dollar stakes, where we at with it? (blockworks, mafia)
227
(it’s game time) what else?
(it’s only us) uh

[pre*chorus]
if you ain’t never break the border, took a risk to be rewarded (yes)
seen some sh*t that made you morbid, don’t get so quick to judge
play my plug don’t get deported (ayy), n*ggas snitch and get extorted (ayy)
jammin’ 30 in the morning (shh, uh*huh), we get this sh*t in blood (what else?)

[chorus]
that’s why the plug love me, i be sticking to my guns (it’s on)
a lot of drug money, lot of sticks, a lot of drums (blocks)
a lot of redrum and i ain’t talking cripping, cuz (yeah, uh*uh)
we call it blood money ’cause this sh*t be dripping blood
yeah (ayy), we get this sh*t in blood (it’s on)
we call it blood money ’cause this sh*t be dripping blood (what else?)
n*gga (uh, yeah), we get this sh*t in blood (you know it)
we call it blood money ’cause this sh*t be dripping blood (let’s get it)

[verse 1]
i got two one*twenties, a six, and a pint of red (what*what?)
take your jewels like i’m bishop, line you up like [?] (grrah)
if he try to run off (ayy), put some chicken on his nodding head (a scratch)
’cause when i tell ’em n*ggas, “hit the switches,” simon says (yeah)
man, i can’t wait until my plug get out the feds (uh*uh)
these n*ggas run they mouth too much so you know how i pled (talk, yes)
mickey mouse with the spread, was some juugs and i’m [?]
count it up and then i weigh it, tell your plug that he a peasant (what else?)
take this message and relay it (work), these n*ggas soft
i ain’t even gotta say it, paid that little ticket off
but i ain’t really have to pay it (uh*uh), set him for the triple cross
[?] man i had to bait him, know a b*tch who used to date him
she say she know where he stayin’ (where he at?), and i think he on vacation (okay)
me and bro on probation but we still on that home invasion
told her send me her location when she get there (cuzzo)
but we ain’t runnin’ in that b*tch for nothing under brick fare
what else? blood
[chorus]
that’s why the plug love me, i be sticking to my guns (uh, ayy)
a lot of drug money, lot of sticks, a lot of drums (uh*huh, yeah)
a lot of redrum and i ain’t talking cripping, cuz (it’s on)
we call it blood money ’cause this sh*t be dripping blood (where we at with it?)
yeah, we get this sh*t in blood (blocks, ayy)
we call it blood money ’cause this sh*t be dripping blood (let’s get it)
n*gga (uh, yeah), we get this sh*t in blood (uh*huh)
we call it blood money ’cause this sh*t be dripping blood

[verse 2]
slapboxing with that talk, can’t handle more than he can front
remember trappin’ in the spot (skrrt), i was employee of the month
couple macks and a yop (ayy), fifty, forty, and a pump (grrah)
i’ll sn*tch you up for the guap, we quick to throw him in the trunk (boom)
i get ‘noided when i’m drunk (yeah), main reason i don’t drink (i don’t)
sleep the closest thing to death, can’t even blink, ain’t had a wink (i don’t)
it’s been a week and i ain’t slept, f*ck counting sheep, count up a check
phillipe patek, put some respect when n*ggas speak on my connect (haha)
we’ll stem a n*gga top (grrt), rider say he quick to
bleed a n*gga block (skrrt), if he the opps, cut him out the pic’
leave a n*gga cropped (uh), get him dropped, then burn down the strip (ayy)
with a brick of rocks when we catch that p*ssy that hit [moxy ?]
he getting diddy popped (boom), break his dome, make him milly rock
ybs, dsp from the bay to the cinderblock (6 mile)
real brick, run with n*ggas who k!ll sh*t with real stripes (yes)
twenty*five with a l, that’s a drill bit in real life, youngblood
[chorus]
that’s why the plug love me, i be sticking to my guns
a lot of drug money, lot of sticks, a lot of drums
a lot of redrum and i ain’t talking cripping, cuz
we call it blood money ’cause this sh*t be dripping blood
yeah, we get this sh*t in blood
we call it blood money ’cause this sh*t be dripping blood
n*gga, we get this sh*t in blood
we call it blood money ’cause this sh*t be dripping blood

- boldy james lyrics

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