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blood river - jjxon lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh
yeah, yeah
ay, ay (ay)
you f*cked up, you f*cked up (ay)
yeah, yeah (ok)
uh*uh, uh*uh (aight bro)
yeah, yeah
you f*cked up, you f*cked up
yeah, yeah (ok)
yeah, yeah (ok)
ay, ay (yeah, yeah, yeah)
you f*cked up, you f*cked up (b*tch, b*tch)
yeah, yeah (ok)
jj on the beat

[chorus]
an opp wanna fight, throw him in a ditch (skrr)
i ain’t gonna stress, especially ’bout no b*tch (yeah, yeah, ayy, skrr, yeah)
glock on my waist and i gotta itch
i spit on his corpse and i stream it on twitch (uh, yeah)
he ain’t gon’ wake, it’s more than a stitch (yeah, yeah, ay)
no point in a medic, go call you a witch (go call you a witch)
his life is done and mine’s getting rich (woo)
i see a snitch and i swing like a pitch (bah)
[verse 1]
wake up in the morning, shawty’s got my shorts
she like “d*mn, you harder than quartz” (huh, bah, skrr)
yeah i’m a shooter i ain’t talkin’ sports
lay him down, like he got crossed on the courts (ooh, what)
say something wrong and i shoot at your liver (what, what)
they called it a blood bath, it looked like a river (ok, huh)
h*ll’s got a package, it’s mine to deliver (yeah, ayy)
she ask what i do, she ain’t know i’m a k!ller (oh, skrr skrr, uh)
i laid him down without causing suspicion
yeah the man’s in fatal condition
i was like “d*mn he need a physician”
but i ran to the stu’ ’cause i’m a musician (ooh, uhh uhh yeah)
i was gonna rap but i lacked ambition (ooh, ooh)
i needed a girl to succumb to submission
i grabbed a girl and put her in position
don’t worry guys, i asked for her permission (yeah, c’mon)
she was like “d*mn, you built like a horse
god d*mn you’re putting in so much force” (yeah, yeah)
i didn’t slow down, i had no remorse
she screamed so loud, at the end she was ho*rs* (at the end she was ho*rs*)
a skinny b*tch one day, the next day, obese
just as long as they listen to my beats (listen to my beats)
i’m always cooking, i’m never in peace
i worry ’bout money and not ’bout police (and not ’bout police, brrah, brrah, brrah)
[chorus]
an opp wanna fight, throw him in a ditch
i ain’t gonna stress, especially ’bout no b*tch (’bout no b*tch, boom boom boom)
glock on my waist and i gotta itch (yeah, brrah, ska)
i spit on his corpse and i stream it on twitch (stream it on twitch, brrah, bah)
he ain’t gon’ wake, it’s more than a stitch (yeah, brr, brr brr brr brr)
no point in a medic, go call you a witch (go call you a witch)
his life is done and mine’s getting rich
i see a snitch and i swing like a pitch (ay, ay, bah, bah, bah, bow)

[verse 2]
yeah, swing like it’s baseball
you’re gonna die, you can call me an eight ball (what, yeah)
groped her at dinner, she couldn’t sit stable (skrr)
she was h*rny, i d*cked her down on the table (skrr, skrr)
i came on the corn and she ate it (skrr)
she got big b00bs but i still wouldn’t date it (uhh)
got so much money i ain’t gotta state it (ha)
got so much money and i know you hate it (yeah)
yeah, you hate it and it’s got me laughing
f*ck with me and you’ll meet your passing (yeah)
pulled up on opps and they started spazzing
i pulled up on hot girls and they started flashing
i am a twenty and you b*tches nickles
it feels so great with my d*ck in her nipples (my d*ck in her nipples)
i know how her p*ssy feel, not her initials
i pull the glock out when i hear the whistles (skrr, skrr, yea, bah)
yeah you finna die, b*tch
[chorus]
an opp wanna fight, throw him in a ditch (b*tch, b*tch, b*tch b*tch, yeah yeah, skrr, boo)
i ain’t gonna stress, especially ’bout no b*tch (b*tch yeah, ’bout no*, boo brrah brrah)
glock on my waist and i gotta itch (yeah, yeah, brrah)
i spit on his corpse and i stream it on twitch (you a b*tch, what, i stream it on twitch, skrr, uhh, yeah)
he ain’t gon’ wake, it’s more than a stitch (yeah, yeah, yeah, skrr, oh, what?)
no point in a medic, go call you a witch (you finna die, what, go call you a witch, skrr, uh, what?)
his life is done and mine’s getting rich (you finna die, you finna die, skrr)
i see a snitch and i swing like a pitch (you finna die, what, what?)

[verse 3]
yeah you finna die (what)
fourth of july, sent you to the sky (sent you the sky)
same day delivery, amazon prime
your girl was worried, you didn’t reply (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you didn’t reply?)
you ain’t gotta worry, i’m gripping her thigh
she wanted me but i’m not sure why (i’m not sure why)
it was strange, i ain’t even gotta try (yeah, yeah)
i wasn’t gon’ say no though, i complied (aight)
i told her you died but she ain’t really cried (yeah, skrr)
i mean at most i heard her sigh (yeah, skrr, skrr)
but then she opened her p*ssy wide
and she felt much better when i was inside (when i was inside, yeah)
washing out opps like i’m tide
on all my beats, i glide
had the girls line up, i couldn’t decide (yeah, ayy, yeah)
they was like, “yeah you can handle three at a time” (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i was like fine (yeah)
i prefer one
but i didn’t wanna make a line (yeah, skrr, uhh)
it ain’t got be morning, it’s my time to shine (hoo, yeah, ayy)
labels want me but i’m not gonna sign (skrr, what what)
trust me, i’m fine (what)
i made it here and i’m all by myself
i made the cover and beats with no help
if you got issues, keep it to yourself
maybe you’ll find why you’re never on shelves
b*tch (b*tch)

[outro]
ha ha
oh, whoa, b*tch (yeah, ok)
(yeah, alright)
whoa, whoa, b*tch (it’s over, it’s over now, it’s over)
oh, whoa, b*tch
ha

- jjxon lyrics

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