Got three knives on me
But I dont wanna use em
If i have to though
I'll set your soul free
Theres no excuses
She was your girl
But she left with me
Now you a loser
I can see right through ya
BHC, AF111C, where you be
You'll be smoking weed
But I laced your shit with ketamine
Glad bag filled up with amphetamines
Girl, take my hand
It's just me, lowly
You know me
We'll take it slowly
Baby, do you wanna die tonight
Come with me into the light
I'll make it all allright
Got three knives on me
But I dont wanna use em
If i have to though
I'll set your soul free
Theres no excuses
She was your girl
But she left with me
Now you a loser
I can see right through ya
Ill be up next
With a pair of slit wrists
Dripped blood on my white gucci sneakers
Boys coming up with the sneak diss
I got shooters posted up, on your street bitch
You can't f*ck with this
No you can't f*ck with this
You cant f*ck with this
No you cant f*ck with this
She want me to fly her out to visit me
Living out in Italy
Said that she loves me
Got three knives on me
But I dont wanna use em
If i have to though
I'll set your soul free
Theres no excuses
She was your girl
But she left with me
Now you a loser
I can see right through ya
Got three knives on me
But I dont wanna use em
If i have to though
I'll set your soul free
Theres no excuses
She was your girl
But she left with me
Now you a loser
I can see right through ya
Lowly God - Got Blood on My New Sneakers Lyrics
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Got three knives on me
But I dont wanna use em
If i have to though
I'll set your soul free
Theres no excuses
She was your girl
But she left with me
Now you a loser
I can see right through ya
BHC, AF111C, where you be
You'll be smoking weed
But I laced your shit with ketamine
Glad bag filled up with amphetamines
Girl, take my hand
It's just me, lowly
You know me
We'll take it slowly
Baby, do you wanna die tonight
Come with me into the light
I'll make it all allright
Got three knives on me
But I dont wanna use em
If i have to though
I'll set your soul free
Theres no excuses
She was your girl
But she left with me
Now you a loser
I can see right through ya
Ill be up next
With a pair of slit wrists
Dripped blood on my white gucci sneakers
Boys coming up with the sneak diss
I got shooters posted up, on your street bitch
You can't f*ck with this
No you can't f*ck with this
You cant f*ck with this
No you cant f*ck with this
She want me to fly her out to visit me
Living out in Italy
Said that she loves me
Got three knives on me
But I dont wanna use em
If i have to though
I'll set your soul free
Theres no excuses
She was your girl
But she left with me
Now you a loser
I can see right through ya
Got three knives on me
But I dont wanna use em
If i have to though
I'll set your soul free
Theres no excuses
She was your girl
But she left with me
Now you a loser
I can see right through ya
But I dont wanna use em
If i have to though
I'll set your soul free
Theres no excuses
She was your girl
But she left with me
Now you a loser
I can see right through ya
BHC, AF111C, where you be
You'll be smoking weed
But I laced your shit with ketamine
Glad bag filled up with amphetamines
Girl, take my hand
It's just me, lowly
You know me
We'll take it slowly
Baby, do you wanna die tonight
Come with me into the light
I'll make it all allright
Got three knives on me
But I dont wanna use em
If i have to though
I'll set your soul free
Theres no excuses
She was your girl
But she left with me
Now you a loser
I can see right through ya
Ill be up next
With a pair of slit wrists
Dripped blood on my white gucci sneakers
Boys coming up with the sneak diss
I got shooters posted up, on your street bitch
You can't f*ck with this
No you can't f*ck with this
You cant f*ck with this
No you cant f*ck with this
She want me to fly her out to visit me
Living out in Italy
Said that she loves me
Got three knives on me
But I dont wanna use em
If i have to though
I'll set your soul free
Theres no excuses
She was your girl
But she left with me
Now you a loser
I can see right through ya
Got three knives on me
But I dont wanna use em
If i have to though
I'll set your soul free
Theres no excuses
She was your girl
But she left with me
Now you a loser
I can see right through ya
Writer: Lowly God
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