doc gruesome – blxxd mxn3y lyrics
[verse 1: doc gruesome]
hey c+ck the pistol back, leavin’ a motherf+cker dead where they be standin’ crystal wrapped
cellophane tucked in my sock, i’m double banding, uh, and i’m looking nice
flip that sh+t for double price, creature of the night like my name was vincent price
big bad bully up in reno laying low, got the h+rns on my skully with a mouth full of golds
gift wrapped baggies with a little bit of blow, cook ’em down into cookies then we sell ’em to the grove
crazy motherf+cker runnin’ around the block with pistols on me
cliquеd up with my brothers keepin’ them heatеrs if you dissin’ on me
b+tch a demon and you can see it, i be dead lonely
f+ck a new friend, b+tch, i got too many dead homies
on my dead homies, b+tch, i never been phony
doc gruesome, sv, we makin’ red hunnids
boxcutter slide across your face, a buck fifty
better run your pockets or i’ll take your life with me, yuh
[chorus: doc gruesome]
a pint of blood, this is my blood money
a pint of blood, this is my blood money
a pint of blood, this is my blood money
a pint of blood, this is my blood money
[verse 2: omgitssuuu]
look into the depths, you’ll see this demon crawling out the deep
i feed on all their energy that seeps up out your darkest dreams
you wake up feelin’ nauseous, spittin’ vomit, got you on your knees
and prayin’ to a higher power, begging stop the agony
f+ck that, we bangin’ off wax, you bring that b+tch around and she gon’ get her purse sn+tched (purse sn+tched)
stay strapped or get your ass clapped, we gon’ stomp you motherf+ckers ’til we hear your bones crack
i’m out here lurkin’ with my evil serpents, bbr and doc, we came to rock and close the curtains
b+tch you nervous, pullin’ up in he+rs+s
poppin’ the clip and i’m rackin’ it back, you p+ssies dead for certain
what’s that, b+tch? you say you finna snuff me?
ain’t seen you p+ssies once and all them hammers lookin’ rusty
trust me, bet none of y’all gon’ touch me
we grimy for the money and we slidin’, that’s a plus three
[chorus: doc gruesome]
a pint of blood, this is my blood money
a pint of blood, this is my blood money
a pint of blood, this is my blood money
a pint of blood, this is my blood money
[verse 3: doc gruesome]
ayy! ayy! got the p+ssies out my f+ckin’ mind, tell me what you see
i mix up, mix up all the strings like i f+ckin’ feed the fire
i got them switches on the glocks and they aimin’ for my opps
quick to blow your head the f+ck off, spin it like some tops
b+tch jumped on the porch, preteen, stole the work from my pops
send him back on the scene and this sh+t got worse
when my pops up and died all alone with a curse
say f+ck it, i’ma ride, keep a .40 in the he+rs+
when i get it out the mud, you ain’t payin’ me in dollars and i get it back in blood, b+tch
full holler when i’m whippin’ in the hood without a yes so i get it where i could, lil p+ssy
listen to me lock down and hide away, you hear the pump around the block, better f+ckin’ pray
keep a heater on your person any time of day, always lookin’ for me but you never see my face
[chorus: doc gruesome]
a pint of blood, this is my blood money
a pint of blood, this is my blood money
a pint of blood, this is my blood money
a pint of blood, this is my blood money
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