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don 45 - blood on my hands كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: chska]
i’m not an angel
i’m just a sinner
my wings are cut off
halos broken, my skin’s breaking into chalk
i look up the sky there’s nothing to see
all vision just in red, where could i be?
where could i be?
no, oh no
i fell from, from heaven, no
i’ll look for you
i’ll drag you in the underworld with me
you can’t run, can’t run away from me
you’re not immortal
you’ll burn in the depths of h_ll with me
sing with the fallen, sing for the broken
all souls all dead
we lead the burning
sing with the fallen, sing for the broken
all souls all dead
we lead thе burning
you can run, you can hide, you can laugh, you will cry
you’re tied to my hip, nеver gonna leave my side
serve me forever, praise me forever
blood on my hands
follow my commands
leave them on you
let’s see what you’ll turn to
[verse 2: don 45]
break her heart leave the crib (break her heart)
blood on my hands i ain’t sh_t (blood on my hands)
and i really be off the sh_ts (off the sh_ts)
and i really be off the grid (off the grid, yeah)
give a f_ck b_tch i’m narcissistic (aah)
out my body b_tch i’m goin’ ballistic (b_tch i’m gone)
all my b_tches tell me that i’m egotistic
takin’ xannies to the face like i’m tryna, die

[verse 3: don 45]
30k in a week (yeah!)
all my b_tches on fleek (fleek)
i’m a ghost i’m a reaper
pop a xan roll my reefer
high as sh_t like khalifa
got chska on the feature (sinner!)
plug callin’ from the beeper (brrrr!)
ain’t never gonna change for a b_tch (nu_uh)
ain’t never gonna change i’m still the sh_t (sh_t!)
every verse a brick (brick!)
cocaine when i spit (blaow!)
balenciaga jacket on me look at all the racks that i spent

[beat switch]
part ii
[verse 4: kaeden dhu]
got all this blood on my hands (aah)
you know your boy in demand
i mean it’s time i got dirty
they inflict all this pain now they hurting
too busy breaking the bread
you made your point, make your bed
feel like i’m better off dead
your arguments making no sense
man, man
i’m going mad, i’m going bad
avoiding the xans, throwing my hands
n_____ tryna double cross me
n_____ tryna hyman roth me
2 chainz on me like tity boi
from h town, still run the city boy
got that heat on me, make you sh_tty boy
this a compact, ain’t no kiddie toys (what!)
i’m with my crew
we tight like a noose
got nothing to lose
we something to prove
music so loud yeah the roof start to cave
feds at the door screaming “this is a raid”
they be on 5 but i be on 10
took her on vacay with two of her friends
call her pia mia cause we do it again
again and again and again
n_____ snappin’ like kodak
had to take another prozac
these n_____ tryna hold me back
ain’t n0body finna hold me back (aah)
yeah n0body finna hold me back
n0body finna hold me back (what!)

- don 45

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