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Blood Bath
by Pressa
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Yeah
They know that talk shit back, back in throat
They know that'll spill she ain't talkin double cup
My little nigga 15 and all he see is blood
And all he see is blood
You got a body, oh wow
Murder for hire, pow, pow
Big dog I'm no Little Bow Wow
I'm here to take you out for some thou-ous
Take him down, we need that (need it)
Murder caught on camera we gon' watch a recap
You lose and you gone bitch there ain't no rematch
You see the packs flying through so shoutout the mailman
But through the mail we send letters straight to hell
Hit you with that one hand, I feel like Odell
They try to give me the death penalty I'm not gon' tell (no, no)
I'm returning all my enemies that's fucking real
They don't like me but they gon' have to fuck with it
We put that fire on a nigga like a arsonist
I keep my circle select and always one in the head
You see my lawyer Anthony, I highly recommend death
What's up hoes, don't make me put this pump to your fucking dome
Make ya home, and I got my Michael Myers jumper on
She say come on, told her ok baby I won't take too long
Uh oh, this bitch damn went crazy won't leave me alone
Aye Glizzy Boy why these niggas capping they ain't really slime
Walk past my nigga a shooter call him 35
Caught a rack, tryna' sell it faster than a apple pie
Gangland, remember dat I tell you Wassa's never die
Dollar signs (ching, ching), All the time (all the time)
And all the dimes, they fall in line
Won't never do no snitchin' nuh uh no sir (uh, uh)
These niggas they be bitches I'm talkin muy mai
(Young Jefe Holmes)
They know that talk shit back, back in throat
They know that'll spill she ain't talkin double cup
My little nigga 15 and all he see is blood (blood)
And all he see is blood (murder)
Yeah
They know that talk shit back, back in throat
They know that'll spill she ain't talkin double cup
My little nigga 15 and all he see is blood
And all he see is blood
You got a body, oh wow
Murder for hire, pow, pow
Big dog I'm no Little Bow Wow
I'm here to take you out for some thou-ous
Take him down, we need that (need it)
Murder caught on camera we gon' watch a recap
You lose and you gone bitch there ain't no rematch
You see the packs flying through so shoutout the mailman
But through the mail we send letters straight to hell
Hit you with that one hand, I feel like Odell
They try to give me the death penalty I'm not gon' tell (no, no)
I'm returning all my enemies that's fucking real
They don't like me but they gon' have to fuck with it
We put that fire on a nigga like a arsonist
I keep my circle select and always one in the head
You see my lawyer Anthony, I highly recommend death
What's up hoes, don't make me put this pump to your fucking dome
Make ya home, and I got my Michael Myers jumper on
She say come on, told her ok baby I won't take too long
Uh oh, this bitch damn went crazy won't leave me alone
Aye Glizzy Boy why these niggas capping they ain't really slime
Walk past my nigga a shooter call him 35
Caught a rack, tryna' sell it faster than a apple pie
Gangland, remember dat I tell you Wassa's never die
Dollar signs (ching, ching), All the time (all the time)
And all the dimes, they fall in line
Won't never do no snitchin' nuh uh no sir (uh, uh)
These niggas they be bitches I'm talkin muy mai
(Young Jefe Holmes)
They know that talk shit back, back in throat
They know that'll spill she ain't talkin double cup
My little nigga 15 and all he see is blood (blood)
And all he see is blood (murder)
