young zee – blood money lyrics
[intro: young zee & major]
yeah yeah
young!
f+ck!
straight out of south woods!
[chorus: major]
i just hit a l!ck the other day
opportunities what a n+gga gon’ create
i’m a boss man
grind sweat and tears for my blood money
hustle all the year for my blood money
and if you get caught
don’t drop a dime
you get rolled on if you jeopardize mine
’cause i ride
grind sweat and tears for my blood money
hustle all the year for my blood money
[verse 1: young zee]
your man ain’t hard
we’ll peel his face
and sew it on a basketball
and kick it in his grandma’s yard
hoes eat my d+ck like hotdogs at a food cart
they worship my d+ck in the nude bar like it’s qumar
beef? bettеr get a glock and pop me
don’t try to box me
i got a possе of muhammed alis
i got teraji in a maserati
poppin’ roxies
bumpin’ “lodi dodi”
duckin’ paparazzi
i get chicks like j+lo and jhené aiko
gettin’ f+ll+tio
in the eighth row
…at a drake show
n+gga short?
i pull gats out and plug him
scratch out his cousin
max out from southern
f+ck
[chorus: major]
i just hit a l!ck the other day
opportunities what a n+gga gon’ create
i’m a boss man
grind sweat and tears for my blood money
hustle all the year for my blood money
and if you get caught
don’t drop a dime
you get rolled on if you jeopardize mine
’cause i ride
grind sweat and tears for my blood money
hustle all the year for my blood money
[verse 2: young zee]
we up late with cupcakke
we stuff weight where her b+tt fake (here)
she get it from upstate to budd lake
where we do it
the feds’ll never catch us
it come from my heads in memphis
through west of texas
to a bed and breakfast
then my seven heffers
will wait in leather dresses
my n+ggas get they d+ck sucked
at the pickup
my dude hired a new dude
kid from oakland
he ain’t know him
he tried choke her
she poked and smoked him
with the blood money
[refrain: young zee & rah digga]
(man i hold it down)
hold it down, n+gga
this sh+t is gangsta!
jersey!
let’s go!
[chorus: major]
i just hit a l!ck the other day
opportunities what a n+gga gon’ create
i’m a boss man
grind sweat and tears for my blood money
hustle all the year for my blood money
and if you get caught
don’t drop a dime
you get rolled on if you jeopardize mine
’cause i ride
grind sweat and tears for my blood money
hustle all the year for my blood money
Random Lyrics
- 3pleyt – e. gadd vs. dr. zomboss lyrics
- koszo – glock lyrics
- aidn – fuckfuckfuck lyrics
- jaz-o – word to the jaz lyrics
- nas jee – cataclysm lyrics
- hotboy chado – prada und stier lyrics
- smoker – vis ta vie lyrics
- art€mi¥ – new day lyrics
- daufødt – blijævlastygg.no lyrics
- dylan leblanc – wicked kind lyrics