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elcamino - bloody hurse lyrics

[intro: elcamino]
yo, yo, uh, yo, uh, uh, yo, yo, uh, yo

[verse 1: elcamino]
i still get love, even though i’m a assh0l+
i had to cut son off, he was f+ckin’ up the cash flow
the b+tches love how i’m low+key but still wear my bag though
even though my sh+t’s square business we still took the backroads
still puttin’ n+ggas on the payroll, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout diego
i’ll get yo’ block knocked off, just like a lego
b+tch from barbados, we at the blue flame, i’m throwin’ plato
a dub in my g+stars, but i ain’t a stain, no
sick o’ n+ggas comin’ short, you get what you paid for
way before i made a song, i was about a bankroll
i guess god blessed me with a gift, and i’m thankful
i spent too many nights wastin’ my time gettin’ faded
gun right on my waistline, i’m armed and i’m dangerous
you want it, just take it, way bеfore chief, keefy was bang bangin’
at your crib yo’ b+tch gettin’ paintеd
i’m thuggin’ on probation
in the cut, just tryna stay out the matrix

[verse 2: king trav]
trav, hold up, yeah, yeah
dreams on dreams, i swear i seen a lot (i seen a lot)
schemes on schemes, baby, you gotta peep the plot (just peep the plot)
and if you don’t, they gon’ get you for what yo got (for what you got)
look, most ain’t heard that this money come with a lot (come with a lot, n+gga)
look, yeah
[bridge: king trav]
you the man, you the man, right? (you the man, right?)
right, oh, you the man, you the man, right? (oh, you the man, right?)
huh, oh, you the man, you the man, right? (trav)
oh, you the man, you the man, huh?

[verse 3: king trav]
check it, they call me for the fix, look
auntie callin’ tryna get a clip (get a clip)
i’m like “baby, you gon’ get what i can give” (uh)
i’m just tryna get ’em flipped, huh
sleepin’ light, there’s money in the crib (in the crib)
i ain’t trippin’, i got somethin’ for the kids, yeah (somethin’ for the kids, yeah)
all a n+gga know is pain
then i switch it up, now i can’t feel a thing (i said now i can’t feel a thing)
everybody tryna slide for a name
i ain’t worried, swear to god, i do my thing (i swear to god, i do my thing, yeah)
i’mma slide through and bang
like lebron when he got the open lane
i’m puttin’ money over fame (money over fame)
all this f+ckin’ money in my call log
i bet you wish a n+gga would, fall off
trav, b+tch, i’m cold cash, i’m talkin’ like a walkin’ brick (a walkin’ brick)
came with a k!lla, i ain’t worried ’bout, stretchin’ sh+t
money on demand, we ain’t askin’ for a thing (askin’ for a thing)
uh, blood on the money, do whatever for the team (that’s for the team, yeah)
turned the half to a whole
i put some sh+t up on a row (up on a row)
now we puttin’ money in the flow
it ain’t sh+t to get a low, yeah (to get a low)
papi caught his time to rock and roll (to rock and roll)
catch a n+gga creep, the .45 explode, uh (boom!)
30 something in the clip, one up in the nose, yeah (yeah)
i’mma blow this mothaf+ckin’ pistol ’til this hoe, jam (yeah)
live by the sword, die by the flame (die by the flame, n+gga)
everything gettin’ burned, when you f+ckin’ with the gang, yeah (with the gang, n+gga)
everybody dead, if you f+ckin’ with my name (with my name, n+gga)
make you pull the plug if i pull up, d+mn, watch your face (like watch your face)
it’s trappin’ trav, i get the bag and the money first (the money first)
send ’em all home in a bl++dy he+rs+ (in a bl++dy he+rs+)

- elcamino lyrics

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