(They'll say, that I've shed innocent blood
But what's blood for, if not for shedding)
(Step to MC Spades)
(But don't understand pimpin from the south)
(Big Red Rudy with a master plan)
(Punk motherf*ckers try my patience but don't know what's up)
(Grab the grenade pop the pin)
(Blow them hoes up Rest In Peace)
(Step to MC Spades)
(But don't understand pimpin from the south)
(Big Red Rudy with a master plan)
(Punk motherf*ckers try my patience but don't know what's up)
(Grab the grenade pop the pin)
(Blow them hoes up Rest In Peace)
Riding with the Chevy, getting money everyday
You're a f*cking hoe, claiming you were outside, selling yay
Don't you talk about the gang shit, I took your soul, I kept it
YungBlanket, get the gun, grab it, then I shoot you, ain't no joke
Man I told you I'm a beast, in a cage
F*ck I eat these motherf*ckers, rip your heart out
You tell me what I see
You can say that you're different, but you nothing but a bitch
F*ck your clique, do you think a give a f*ck about your honesty
The problem is, you showing off your life
Probably you try to paint a false picture
You just misinform yourself
F*ck your following
Worshiping the evil
I've learned enough to see your f*cking bullshit
You should learn it till we equal, hoe
(Step to MC Spades)
(But don't understand pimpin from the south)
(Big Red Rudy with a master plan)
(Punk motherf*ckers try my patience but don't know what's up)
(Grab the grenade pop the pin)
(Blow them hoes up Rest In Peace)
Bitches know the deal
Man, what's up for real
Keep the f*cking mac, in the driver seat
I'm hungry man, I got to eat
You looking for the smoke, then you better go, and prove it
Get the tool, I f*cking use it, I got nothing else to lose
It's that psychopath, kill you, than I dig your f*cking grave
When police comes, and ask me, I got nothing much to say
Do you really want to see your f*cking destiny, you pussy bitch
You got the finger on the trigger, better do it quick
You had an issue, but you never told me face to face
You want to save the day? Take a break, bitch
F*ck the jail, f*ck a cell, f*ck the twelve
If you yell, imma cut your f*cking gut, so don't you dare
I swear
YungBlanket - Darkside Lyrics
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(They'll say, that I've shed innocent blood
But what's blood for, if not for shedding)
(Step to MC Spades)
(But don't understand pimpin from the south)
(Big Red Rudy with a master plan)
(Punk motherf*ckers try my patience but don't know what's up)
(Grab the grenade pop the pin)
(Blow them hoes up Rest In Peace)
(Step to MC Spades)
(But don't understand pimpin from the south)
(Big Red Rudy with a master plan)
(Punk motherf*ckers try my patience but don't know what's up)
(Grab the grenade pop the pin)
(Blow them hoes up Rest In Peace)
Riding with the Chevy, getting money everyday
You're a f*cking hoe, claiming you were outside, selling yay
Don't you talk about the gang shit, I took your soul, I kept it
YungBlanket, get the gun, grab it, then I shoot you, ain't no joke
Man I told you I'm a beast, in a cage
F*ck I eat these motherf*ckers, rip your heart out
You tell me what I see
You can say that you're different, but you nothing but a bitch
F*ck your clique, do you think a give a f*ck about your honesty
The problem is, you showing off your life
Probably you try to paint a false picture
You just misinform yourself
F*ck your following
Worshiping the evil
I've learned enough to see your f*cking bullshit
You should learn it till we equal, hoe
(Step to MC Spades)
(But don't understand pimpin from the south)
(Big Red Rudy with a master plan)
(Punk motherf*ckers try my patience but don't know what's up)
(Grab the grenade pop the pin)
(Blow them hoes up Rest In Peace)
Bitches know the deal
Man, what's up for real
Keep the f*cking mac, in the driver seat
I'm hungry man, I got to eat
You looking for the smoke, then you better go, and prove it
Get the tool, I f*cking use it, I got nothing else to lose
It's that psychopath, kill you, than I dig your f*cking grave
When police comes, and ask me, I got nothing much to say
Do you really want to see your f*cking destiny, you pussy bitch
You got the finger on the trigger, better do it quick
You had an issue, but you never told me face to face
You want to save the day? Take a break, bitch
F*ck the jail, f*ck a cell, f*ck the twelve
If you yell, imma cut your f*cking gut, so don't you dare
I swear
But what's blood for, if not for shedding)
(Step to MC Spades)
(But don't understand pimpin from the south)
(Big Red Rudy with a master plan)
(Punk motherf*ckers try my patience but don't know what's up)
(Grab the grenade pop the pin)
(Blow them hoes up Rest In Peace)
(Step to MC Spades)
(But don't understand pimpin from the south)
(Big Red Rudy with a master plan)
(Punk motherf*ckers try my patience but don't know what's up)
(Grab the grenade pop the pin)
(Blow them hoes up Rest In Peace)
Riding with the Chevy, getting money everyday
You're a f*cking hoe, claiming you were outside, selling yay
Don't you talk about the gang shit, I took your soul, I kept it
YungBlanket, get the gun, grab it, then I shoot you, ain't no joke
Man I told you I'm a beast, in a cage
F*ck I eat these motherf*ckers, rip your heart out
You tell me what I see
You can say that you're different, but you nothing but a bitch
F*ck your clique, do you think a give a f*ck about your honesty
The problem is, you showing off your life
Probably you try to paint a false picture
You just misinform yourself
F*ck your following
Worshiping the evil
I've learned enough to see your f*cking bullshit
You should learn it till we equal, hoe
(Step to MC Spades)
(But don't understand pimpin from the south)
(Big Red Rudy with a master plan)
(Punk motherf*ckers try my patience but don't know what's up)
(Grab the grenade pop the pin)
(Blow them hoes up Rest In Peace)
Bitches know the deal
Man, what's up for real
Keep the f*cking mac, in the driver seat
I'm hungry man, I got to eat
You looking for the smoke, then you better go, and prove it
Get the tool, I f*cking use it, I got nothing else to lose
It's that psychopath, kill you, than I dig your f*cking grave
When police comes, and ask me, I got nothing much to say
Do you really want to see your f*cking destiny, you pussy bitch
You got the finger on the trigger, better do it quick
You had an issue, but you never told me face to face
You want to save the day? Take a break, bitch
F*ck the jail, f*ck a cell, f*ck the twelve
If you yell, imma cut your f*cking gut, so don't you dare
I swear
Writer: Dominik Német
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid