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gucci mane – blood all on it كلمات اغاني

[intro: young dolph]
(let the bandplay)
yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
okay, ayy

[chorus: young dolph]
cash out if i want it (for real, though)
the money got blood all on it (for real, though)
the money got blood all on it, yeah
the money got blood all on it (for real, though)
bad b_tch with me on it (for real, though)
n_gga wanna be me, don’t it?
with the money got blood all on it
yeah, the money got blood all on it (hey)
my young n_ggas ready to shoot (down)
’cause they ain’t got nothin’ to lose (down)
he said, it’s f_ck everybody and f_ck everything, he got somethin’ to prove (down)
in the trenches pullin’ moves (got ‘еm)
a hundred racks in blues (franks)
in a shoebox, hеll nah, them ain’t no motherf_ckin’ shoes (racks, ayy, what you do, n_gga?)
[verse 1: young dolph]
took the motor out a ‘vette put it in a chevelle (switch it up)
do my dirt all by myself ’cause these n_ggas gon’ tell (i swear)
she look like god sent her from heaven but she fine as h_ll (bad)
i’m sendin’ strong to five states, man, i just broke my scale (uh)
lil’ cuz just caught a murder charge and i just post his bail (yeah)
doing donuts in a ‘rari, i’m a major player (skrrt)
send bags to the hood and to the opps i send some sh_lls (yeah)
never talk on a phone and never leave a paper trail
super bad b_tch with a body like buffy (woah)
went to see my jeweler, spent a million like it’s nothin’ (a million)
i got on too much ice, she caught the flu when she f_ck me (uh)
plain jane richard mille, i told my jeweler, “bust it”

[chorus: young dolph]
cash out if i want it (for real, though)
the money got blood all on it (for real, though)
the money got blood all on it, yeah
the money got blood all on it (for real, though)
bad b_tch with me on it (for real, though)
n_gga wanna be me, don’t it?
with the money got blood all on it
yeah, the money got blood all on it (hey)
my young n_ggas ready to shoot (down)
’cause they ain’t got nothin’ to lose (down)
he said, it’s f_ck everybody and f_ck everything, he got somethin’ to prove (down)
in the trenches pullin’ moves (got ’em)
a hundred racks in blues (franks)
in a shoebox, h_ll nah, them ain’t no motherf_ckin’ shoes (racks)
[verse 2: gucci mane]
at the top where it get real lonely
just might put a dub on homie
new phantom with the forgis on it (forgis)
and the paint got blood all on it (ah)
these n_ggas ain’t eatin’, they starvin’ (nah)
i can see ’cause they crew gettin’ boney
these suckers do nothing but clout chase
these boys just some one_trick ponies (p_ssies)
man, this rap game so d_mn phony
these n_ggas a bunch of jabronies (hoes)
everything you got, they want it
that’s why i’m still up on it
just told my hitter, he on it
n_gga better break fast like shawnee’s
and i got my bag like tony
these n_ggas wanna clone me, don’t it? (huh)
i went from ridin’ a v12, switched it up and now my motor electric (switched it up)
i stacked up way more millions than haters expected
you gotta shoot for your respect, that’s how you send a message (bah, baow)
you gotta do what you gotta do to keep family protected (it’s gucci)

[bridge: key glock & gucci mane]
cash out when i want it, yeah (huh)
these b_tches know how i’m comin’, yeah
these n_ggas know how i’m comin’, yeah (yeah)
the b_tches know how i’m comin’ (why they call you tony?)
’cause i pop sh_t by my lonely (fah)
pocket full of crip_blue hunnids, yeah
money got blood all on it (yeah, yeah)
[verse 3: key glock]
yeah, i’m the one, not the two (two), i turn a one to a two (two)
i’m havin’ racks, yeah, i got the bag, yeah, i put the bag on you, you
i put the bag on you too, inside my h_llcat ragù
i’m goin’ nuts, i keep me a tool (yeah), they like this young n_gga a loose screw (loco)
yeah, took the doors off my mclaren, put it on my urus, ayy (phew, phew)
don’t compare me to no rapper ’cause these n_ggas weird, ayy
they done p_ssed me off, it’s codeine all up in my urine, ayy (wock’, wock’)
when it come to shootin’ sh_t, my jumper be the purest

[chorus: young dolph & key glock]
cash out if i want it (b_tch, for real, though)
the money got blood all on it (yeah, for real, though)
the money got blood all on it, yeah (yeah)
the money got blood all on it (for real, though, yeah)
bad b_tch with me on it (for real, though)
n_gga wanna be me, don’t it? (huh, ha)
with the money got blood all on it
yeah, the money got blood all on it (yeah, yeah, hey)
my young n_ggas ready to shoot (down)
’cause they ain’t got nothin’ to lose (down)
he said, it’s f_ck everybody and f_ck everything, he got somethin’ to prove (down)
in the trenches pullin’ moves (got ’em)
a hundred racks in blues (franks)
in a shoebox, h_ll nah, them ain’t no motherf_ckin’ shoes (racks)

- gucci mane

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