Why you talk down on the gang bitch ima lay you out
Cut they throats wide open make em f*ckin drown
Put some blood on his shirt like he a f*ckin clown
I was born from the hells bitch I'm BLOODBOUND
Cuttin this bitches up like they ain't know what the f*ck I'm on
Finna pull out my motherf*ckin sticks ima have they ass dropped
She givin me this top ima f*ck her like a boss
Bitch we gang bangin motherf*ckers all these bullets that we toss
Kickin in the doo point me to the safe
F*ckin the bitch and i shout out the f*ckin bay
Stack up my money ima go the f*ck away
Life style I live you would think im dead by the day
You mad your home boy just restin in my ash tray
Sick of the mf always tryna be the f*ckin same
I kick a doe I dont save a hoe aye
And i told his momma dont worry he'll be dead by 8:00
(00" Goth)
Layin these bitches out makin em f*ckin fall
Bitch I ain't sorry that I killed em I ain't sorry fo yo loss
Bringin em down to tha grave I'm goin f*ckin insane
Bitch I regret that I didn't shoot you in yo motherf*ckin face
You try to talk down on da gang ima pull out these blades
Ima cut up yo f*ckin body, ima cut off yo f*ckin face
Ima make yo momma scream, ima taker her to yo grave
Ima make motherf*ckin family name a f*ckin disgrace
BurnADeadBody Gang
Shootin at the cop cars scratching off the paint
These ARP bullets made to kill a f*ckin lame
Ion think you understand what you sayin
Ima kill a f*ck boi then ima sell his chain
We some crazy motherf*ckers ain't wanna f*ck wit the gang
This ain't no motherf*ckin joke this ain't no motherf*ckin game
When you see me lurkin about don't ever say my f*ckin name
Cuz I'm the type to pop you right in yo motherf*ckin brain
Need I say more? I think I said enough
You say you wanna come and kill me bitch I call you bluff
Rub these diamonds on my skin oh tha shi feel so rough
You try to cross me again ima let my tool bust
SAVAGE mvl - Bloodbound (feat. 7ezuz) Lyrics
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Why you talk down on the gang bitch ima lay you out
Cut they throats wide open make em f*ckin drown
Put some blood on his shirt like he a f*ckin clown
I was born from the hells bitch I'm BLOODBOUND
Cuttin this bitches up like they ain't know what the f*ck I'm on
Finna pull out my motherf*ckin sticks ima have they ass dropped
She givin me this top ima f*ck her like a boss
Bitch we gang bangin motherf*ckers all these bullets that we toss
Kickin in the doo point me to the safe
F*ckin the bitch and i shout out the f*ckin bay
Stack up my money ima go the f*ck away
Life style I live you would think im dead by the day
You mad your home boy just restin in my ash tray
Sick of the mf always tryna be the f*ckin same
I kick a doe I dont save a hoe aye
And i told his momma dont worry he'll be dead by 8:00
(00" Goth)
Layin these bitches out makin em f*ckin fall
Bitch I ain't sorry that I killed em I ain't sorry fo yo loss
Bringin em down to tha grave I'm goin f*ckin insane
Bitch I regret that I didn't shoot you in yo motherf*ckin face
You try to talk down on da gang ima pull out these blades
Ima cut up yo f*ckin body, ima cut off yo f*ckin face
Ima make yo momma scream, ima taker her to yo grave
Ima make motherf*ckin family name a f*ckin disgrace
BurnADeadBody Gang
Shootin at the cop cars scratching off the paint
These ARP bullets made to kill a f*ckin lame
Ion think you understand what you sayin
Ima kill a f*ck boi then ima sell his chain
We some crazy motherf*ckers ain't wanna f*ck wit the gang
This ain't no motherf*ckin joke this ain't no motherf*ckin game
When you see me lurkin about don't ever say my f*ckin name
Cuz I'm the type to pop you right in yo motherf*ckin brain
Need I say more? I think I said enough
You say you wanna come and kill me bitch I call you bluff
Rub these diamonds on my skin oh tha shi feel so rough
You try to cross me again ima let my tool bust
Cut they throats wide open make em f*ckin drown
Put some blood on his shirt like he a f*ckin clown
I was born from the hells bitch I'm BLOODBOUND
Cuttin this bitches up like they ain't know what the f*ck I'm on
Finna pull out my motherf*ckin sticks ima have they ass dropped
She givin me this top ima f*ck her like a boss
Bitch we gang bangin motherf*ckers all these bullets that we toss
Kickin in the doo point me to the safe
F*ckin the bitch and i shout out the f*ckin bay
Stack up my money ima go the f*ck away
Life style I live you would think im dead by the day
You mad your home boy just restin in my ash tray
Sick of the mf always tryna be the f*ckin same
I kick a doe I dont save a hoe aye
And i told his momma dont worry he'll be dead by 8:00
(00" Goth)
Layin these bitches out makin em f*ckin fall
Bitch I ain't sorry that I killed em I ain't sorry fo yo loss
Bringin em down to tha grave I'm goin f*ckin insane
Bitch I regret that I didn't shoot you in yo motherf*ckin face
You try to talk down on da gang ima pull out these blades
Ima cut up yo f*ckin body, ima cut off yo f*ckin face
Ima make yo momma scream, ima taker her to yo grave
Ima make motherf*ckin family name a f*ckin disgrace
BurnADeadBody Gang
Shootin at the cop cars scratching off the paint
These ARP bullets made to kill a f*ckin lame
Ion think you understand what you sayin
Ima kill a f*ck boi then ima sell his chain
We some crazy motherf*ckers ain't wanna f*ck wit the gang
This ain't no motherf*ckin joke this ain't no motherf*ckin game
When you see me lurkin about don't ever say my f*ckin name
Cuz I'm the type to pop you right in yo motherf*ckin brain
Need I say more? I think I said enough
You say you wanna come and kill me bitch I call you bluff
Rub these diamonds on my skin oh tha shi feel so rough
You try to cross me again ima let my tool bust
Writer: Michael Lopez
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