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blood money – short lil bitch lyrics

[intro : blood money]
glo gang (turn my headphones up)
blood
squad
turn up
squad
turn up

[chorus : blood money]
bad short lil b+tch so bad she prolly a dyk+ (d+mn wah)
she go for the glo and she know we got dope like mike (like mike)
won’t cuff that b+tch don’t trust that b+tch got pipe
say baby daddy crazy he ain’t really about no fighting (what)
run up on blood imma k!ll a n+gga dead on site (grrah)
got big guap on me catch a body about once per night (hah bang)
imma treat that b+tch start doing dumb sh+t ain’t right (huh what)
pulled up blowing dope in a white q7 on white (sellin’ on white)
bad short lil b+tch so bad she prolly a dyk+ (d+mn d+mn)
she go for the glo and she know we got dope like mike (ya already know)
won’t cuff that b+tch don’t trust that b+tch got pipe (ruger tho)
say baby daddy crazy he ain’t really about no fighting (f+ck him)
run up on blood imma k!ll a n+gga dead on site (boom grrah)
got big guap on me catch a body about once per night (hah bang)
imma treat that b+tch start doing dumb sh+t ain’t right (huh)
pulled up blowing dope in a white q7 on white (sellin’ on white)

[verse 1 : blood money]
you can tell opp n+gga look dirty
see the glo n+ggas get murders
twelve gauges and thirties
twenty five thousands for a version
black steel sh+t still purging
keep dope stash in the torsion
n+gga for a l!ck got guns and bricks (d+mn)
imma leave a n+gga dead no worries
money on me think i’mma marry
like all red p+ssy no hairy (yeah)
got a big guap on me and bad lil b+tch
she remind me of hally berry
but money on me think imma marry
i got a ak same height as kaykay
on jayjay yall n+ggas will stare me
buy soo mowf+ckas getting buried
imma shoot ‘fore i let a n+gga near me
what the f+ck a broke n+gga gon tell me?
ain’t sh+t a broke n+gga won’t sell me
2+7 pulled up they bailing
we wack a n+gga homie they telling
everybody in the squad got fellas
i mean guns on the back no telling (noo)
blood

[chorus : blood money]
bad short lil b+tch so bad she prolly a dyk+ (d+mn)
she go for the glo and she know we got dope like mike (like mike)
won’t cuff that b+tch don’t trust that b+tch got pipe (boom)
say baby daddy crazy he ain’t really about no fighting (what)
run up on blood imma k!ll a n+gga dead on site (grrah)
got big guap on me catch a body about once per night (hah)
imma treat that b+tch start doing dumb sh+t ain’t right (huh)
pulled up blowing dope in a white q7 on white (sellin’ on white)

[verse 2 : capo]
saying baby daddy crazy that n+gga ain’t about no fight
tryna prove thru some money that you are in the streets
f+ck n+gga you ain’t about that life (you ain’t about that life)
when lo say dj money what what ain’t right (sh+t ain’t right)
i remember on the block late night n+gga had to tote pipes (had to tote them pipes)
f+ck n+gga run up on blood and he gon lose his life (he gon lose his life)
pull up on the light lying like baby smoking on this white (tell the boy he lying)
got a thot but now she keep callin’ i might book up her flight (don’t know if am i)
and if never see a opp imma smoke the f+ck n+gga on site (doowop take his life)
baby i ain’t tryna cuff i just want top in one one night (for the rest of my life)
stay around with the glock and i had to stay i cherish my life (i cherish my life)
she go for the glo and she know we got dope like mike (got dope like mike)
put one in his head if a n+gga try take my ice (you ain’t taking my ice)

- blood money lyrics

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