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blood money – no sense lyrics

no sense lyrics
[intro: sd & blood money]
ayy, gbe sh+t baby
blood
ayy, blood money
turn up, err

[chorus: sd & blood money]
these n+ggas talk about money (yeah), but they never seem to got it
man this sh+t don’t make no sense (d+mn)
i f+cked a lot of n+gga’s hoes (what)
got money by the load (what)
seen money, so i had get rich
i been whippin all week
i ain’t had no sleep
got a hunnid 8+b+lls on the strip
got an alley full of cluckers
i’m a bad mothaf+cka, you can catch me with the 40 on my hip

[verse 1: blood money]
call me “blood the mechanic”
way i’m whippin that candy
fiends, can’t understand it
got yo’ b+tch out her panties
strapped up at the grammy’s
n+ggas live with they mammy
give no f+ck, i’m with the sh+t, banana clip at his family
i’m a dog wit it
all y’all gettin it
k!ll all witness’
bond outta prison
got down, got the crack, pot back+flippin
water whippin, 3 fo’ 10, fiends say i’m trippin
nah, i ain’t trippin, b+bullet holes drippin
i’m a goon, been a goon, y’all scottie pippen (d+mn)
get a n+gga knocked down from the penitentiary
pop a pill, f+ck a deal, savage squad livin’
[chorus: sd & blood money]
these n+ggas talk about money (yeah), but they never seem to got it
man this sh+t don’t make no sense
i f+cked a lot of n+gga’s hoes
got money by the load
seen money, so i had get rich
i been whippin all week
i ain’t had no sleep
got a hunnid 8+b+lls on the strip
got an alley full of cluckers
i’m a bad mothaf+cka, you can catch me with the 40 on my hip

[verse 2: sd]
see me, i be different, all i stunt on hoes
i’m gettin’ kinda fat because i ain’t doing low (i don’t give no f+ck)
these b+tches want me, she know her boy won’t glo
this money comin’ in, i got yo miss on a boat
this sh+t just crazy, ’cause you might get smoked
and you might not live another night (nah)
you got a gun and a knife
we got 2 30’s, wanna fight?
boy yo ass might lose another life (squad)
these n+ggas talk about money, but they never seem to got it
if we rob em do we leave his ass slump? (ayy)
these n+ggas talk about money, but i always wonder
“if we rob him do we leave his ass wit nothin?” (squad)
[chorus: sd & blood money]
these n+ggas talk about money, but they never seem to got it
man this sh+t don’t make no sense
i f+cked a lot of n+gga’s hoes
got money by the load
seen money, so i had get rich
i been whippin all week
i ain’t had no sleep
got a hunnid 8+b+lls on the strip
got an alley full of cluckers
i’m a bad mothaf+cka, you can catch me with the 40 on my hip

- blood money lyrics

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