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there will be blood (demo)
by Francesca Wexler
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Dogtown, I came up with the Rottweilers
Cherry tops skirt the block when we start riots
Ridin' steamer in that thing like we hot wired it
Crodie copped the pearl chrome just to pop style 'em
Mama steady workin' doubles on and offline and
Daddy lived and breathed numbers, he would Rothschild 'em
And if God be the broker, he was stockpilin'
Our daily bread? The sriracha with the Top Ramen
Big 8 that we lifted out the Esso
Late night, on that Letterman and Leno
Shotgun on a 48 special
Like the other day, we weren't duckin' death's blow
Hands up, it's a stick up
Out in Silicon Valley, even niggas get nip, tucked
Black angel catch your throat, make you hiccup
With your baby in the back watchin' Winx Club
All in the name of the Brink's truck
Tommy told me life ain't nothing but a stripper
Who gon' laugh at all your jokes before the kicker
Just to leave you strung out on the mink rug (rug, rug)
On the mink rug (rug, rug)
On the mink
Ain't no water down the bridge
Baby girl, no, it's blood (blood, blood)
Baby, it's blood
Dogtown, I came up with the Rottweilers
Cherry tops skirt the block when we start riots
Ridin' steamer in that thing like we hot wired it
Crodie copped the pearl chrome just to pop style 'em
Mama steady workin' doubles on and offline and
Daddy lived and breathed numbers, he would Rothschild 'em
And if God be the broker, he was stockpilin'
Our daily bread? The sriracha with the Top Ramen
Big 8 that we lifted out the Esso
Late night, on that Letterman and Leno
Shotgun on a 48 special
Like the other day, we weren't duckin' death's blow
Hands up, it's a stick up
Out in Silicon Valley, even niggas get nip, tucked
Black angel catch your throat, make you hiccup
With your baby in the back watchin' Winx Club
All in the name of the Brink's truck
Tommy told me life ain't nothing but a stripper
Who gon' laugh at all your jokes before the kicker
Just to leave you strung out on the mink rug (rug, rug)
On the mink rug (rug, rug)
On the mink
Ain't no water down the bridge
Baby girl, no, it's blood (blood, blood)
Baby, it's blood
