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mike shabb – blood bath lyrics

[intro]
bam bam
f+ck is y’all n+ggas saying, man?
strrllllllding
yo

[verse]
“drive slow,” what i told my cro’
once we find him we gon’ let this b+tch blow
i’m with nash in a foreign let them tires spin in the snow (skrt)
real city sh+t, got hittas on go
i’m living life to the fullest, b+tch
twelve (?) and sh+t
i can’t lie this music sh+t boosting my chips
my young n+gga busting ten out the ruger clip
i’m 23 years old with that og status, that’s what the og’s said
my b+tch warned me ’bout them n+ggas she was right, i should’ve listened
now i gotta send ++++ on a mission
diamonds glistenin’, now they listenin’
i need a gucci link, ’bout to hit dapper dan up for some measuring
once that bag start talking, i feel more interested
my shooter got that look in his eyes, straight menacing
a white man k!lled president kennedy, they thought a n+gga did
how real is this?
look what the critics did
once i k!ll one of ’em they gon’ say it was premeditated
like big said, keep your family and business separated (bam bam)
f+ck is wrong with n+ggas?
i see through sh+t, wonder why i don’t do songs with n+ggas
i gotta protect my energy before my lemon squeeze
my pops died, put a rope around his neck
he couldn’t breathe (r.i.p. pops)
now i’m the one with the suicidal tendencies, real sh+t
i just wanna k!ll n+ggas, get on a murder spree, n+gga
my arab n+gga swiping cards
he from lil’ burgundy
couple shooters out ndg
85 thousand, belly of the beast
the only time i throw up 99 is for slime
my n+gga, rest in peace (r.i.p.)
on that block with that sh+t on me
my n+ggas mop the street
we turn your block party to a blood bath
they talking ’bout producing but i’m coming with that drum pack
these rap n+ggas my sons, don’t forget your lunch bag, i run that
my brother put your boy in the trunk, get your son back
i brought my b+tch [?], she got a hunchback
i’m cheaping on that runtz pack, lungs smackin’
any n+gga with me with that gun clapping (bam bam)
[outro]
brrrt, bah bah
y’all n+ggas thought this sh+t was sweet man
nah for real n+gga i’m coming to take that sh+t, n+gga (strrlllding+ding, strrlllding+ding, strrlllllllding)
y’already know how we run this sh+t, n+gga (come on) y’all n+ggas must be stupid, n+gga (bam bam)
[?] ass n+ggas

- mike shabb lyrics

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