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blood money – rip كلمات اغاني

rip lyrics
[intro]
woah
ayy eric, roll me a swisher man
i’ma boss (i’ma boss)
and b_tch you a pest (and b_tch you a pest, woah)
ak47, mac 11, 357 (woah, gang)
i’ma boss (i’ma boss)
i say b_tch you a pest (you a pest, shawty, i don’t even know you)
ayy, f_ck the migos man (woah)

[verse]
i’ma boss (woah)
and b_tch you a pest
money on his brain that’ll teach him a lesson (a lesson)
ak47, mac 11 (d_mn), 357 (b_tch)
put ’em in the suit (woah) and then we send ’em to heaven (aight)
i’m turning boys to mans (to mans), michaël babin (d_mn)
send 200 bullets at that versace sweater (lil b_tch)
quavo, takeoff, you seen me like “b_tch, you knew better” (you knew better)
all my n_ggas animals, go get ’em (go get ’em, woah)
look at thesе f_g ass n_ggas (uh)
fake gold but they got a bag ass n_ggas (you? not you n_gga)
make a n_gga laugh ass n_ggas (hahah hahah hahaha)
woofin’ at mе, see what happened to the last ass n_gga (b_tch, woah)
i be with them shoot the club up n_ggas (okay)
catch a body, have sosa put a dub up n_gga (let’s get it)
and i’ma bugged up n_gga (d_mn)
i nutted in your baby momma, you hooked up with her (goofy)
tired of these p_ssy ass n_ggas (f_g)
dreadhead with chopper but sh_t will cook yo ass n_gga (d_mn)
y’all n_ggas rookie ass n_ggas (woah)
shots fired on the block, y’all looking ass n_ggas (d_mn)
life get tookin’ ass n_gga (b_tch)
8 ball on the plate, none cookin’ ass n_gga (goofy)
made a couple dolla ass n_ggas (broke boa)
see the glo and everybody get to hollin’ ass n_ggas (woah)
rental car palar ass n_ggas (squad)
find out where your momma live, we chicago ass n_ggas (chiraq)
moet out the bottle ass n_ggas (gualla)
reponsible for every murder that happen in chicago ass n_ggas (b_tch)
we’ll rob yo ass n_gga (woah)
make me send drose at you (drose)
better not let drose catch you (b_tch)
blow ’em down, take some ash and quavo nose catch you (b_tch)
y’all lil n_ggas nose hatchin’ (nose hetching)
you walkin’ through my city b_tch? (b_tch)
jewelry tucked, body guards, y’all be on that pretty sh_t (y’all be on that pretty sh_t)
and watch for the f_ck you n_ggas, better not let me k!ll you b_tch (k!ll you b_tch)
12 gauges to the face and that’s for that coinciding sh_t (and that’s for my coinciding sh_t)

- blood money

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