Lyrics:
blunts
I'mma pull up in a hearse,
You're near death, so have fun
Might purchase a drop top, custom wheel grippin'
I got blood on me, I'm bleeding, how
Why I feel like you’re dying
Trying to lie in the meaning of beckoning
Why I hear like you’re lying
The child in your heart and mind screaming living
(Ooo)
I'm serious
I guess you really tried your best
Your tricks are old
And you could use a little rest
Your blood is cold
I had a feeling in my
feat. RZA
[Doc Doom]
Oh how I love my a hundred spokes
Flossin and shit, California
Flossin on them gold ones
Black Knights
Old ones, I sold
On this I stand
Two sets of footprints placed ahead of the dirt softened from tear drops
And overlooking the earth as the son of the moon
Depression's cutting off my Blood
Ftp shit, damn I feel so numb
Got some dope in my veins then My veins are cut by this girl, Dope
Fucking obsession make me go
Tis' now the hour to seize the throne
I've not the will to go it alone.
I foresee a blade in Duncan's chest.
Last drop of blood i do invest.
heart
You don't wanna get beat then repeat EVERYTHING NECRO DROPS IS GOD
I've beens ent to hell can't imagne a day
When everything went well
You'll do
No one realizes what's about to happen here
Mary's in familiar ways about to drop a kid
Her rum and sipping gravy from an empty biscuit tin
and rising to the top
Got the customs with chrome buttons with the drop
Got flags - that code it by the blocks
Sport the wrong brand get laid up in your socks
By all the forces of hell is sent this damnation of mine
Steel to steel, blood to blood
Pain to pain, life to death!
Millions of wizards look with
dance to the death
Spill blood for my beliefs cause that talk is cheap
Knock out your gold teeth when i branish the heat
Firearms stay warm like
WHAT THE PUBLIC DEMANDS
AND THE BLOOD OF ELVIS ON YOUR HANDS
YOU SELL IT BY THE DROP AND EVERY JUNKIE want to COP SOME FLAVOR
GOT A REMASTERED
?ll put a slug in your head, nigga brain dead
Layin' there in your bed, hangin' by a thread
So, how?ll you know when I pull the plug,
???? ain't gon see
no cash, you don't wanna fuck with me
i burn churches like persons in the 3rd degree
with the strike of a match hit the gasoline
drop pills! drugs
frowning at me howling at the moon
Paro, depressed by the sight of my crew
I'm the caped chameleon, watching from my hideout
There ain't nothing I can't find
to Congo
We don dey go
We go we go we go we go
All the yans wey I dey drop
We inspired by the streets
I'm so musical
My blood flows to a beat
That’s flows
the Jag' but they the wifey
Icey, is what my merchandise be
Know I'ma star, so they over-price me
Charli B'More be twice you bitch
Tell you got no style by
it in my bones this is not a guess
This is not a test
I feel it in my soul but I digress
If you go by what your told and you go left
You won't be
cash chase, grams, gotta dro drop
Heart could crash ships, i can make a boat rock
Niggas in a glass house, bricks, when they throw rocks
Snow round
where the rooks flew to cry
I'm sadly looking down from lonesome Brooklyn bridge
My tears are disguised by drops of April rain
On stone catafalque body
walk, so much sauce drippin
I'm fly in this designer, come take off with me
Get your fliers up, we higher up than Mt. Olympus
Told her drop a pin in
by text
This is awkward, this is taboo to speak
This is clipping your wings so you stay flapping your beak
We the paupers, we the priests in the creek
Fear breeds hate and hate breeds racists
judge them by the skin-tone on their faces
And i think what made them act this way?
And i look at the papers
Discuss these one drop of blood by ray boltz Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In