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Shy Glizzy

Blood Bath

 

Blood Bath


[Pressa:]
Yeah
They know that talk [?] throat
They know that'll spill she ain't talkin double cup
My little nigga 15 and all he see is blood
And all he see is blood

[Shy Glizzy:]
You got a body, oh wow
Murder for hire, pow pow
Big dog I'm no little Bow Wow
I'm here to take you out for some thou ous

[Pressa:]
Take him down, we need that (need it)
Murder caught on camera we gon' watch a recap
You lose and you gone bitch there ain't no rematch
You see the packs flying through so shoutout the mailman

[Shy Glizzy:]
But though the mail we send him straight to hell
Hit you with that one hand I feel like Odell
They try to give me the death penalty I'm not gon' tell (No No)
I'm returning all my enemies that's fucking real

[Pressa:]
They don't like me but they gon' have to fuck with it
We put that fire on a nigga like a arsonist
I keep my circle select and always one in the head
You see my lawyer Anthony I highly recommend death

[Shy Glizzy:]
What's up hoes, don't make me put this pump to your fucking dome
Make ya home, and I got my Michael Myers jumper on
She say come on, told her OK baby I won't take too long
Uh oh, this bitch damn went crazy won't leave me alone

[Pressa:]
Aye Glizzy Boy why these niggas cappin they ain't really slime
Walk past my nigga a shooter call him 35
Caught a rack, tryna' sell it faster than a apple pie
Gangland, remember dat I tell you Wassas never die

[Shy Glizzy:]
Dollar signs (Ching ching), all the time (all the time)
And all the dimes, they fall in line
Won't never do no snitching Nuh uh no sir (Uh uh)
These niggas they be bitches I'm talkin [?]
(Young Jefe Holmes)

[Pressa:]
They know that talk [?] throat
They know that spill she ain't talkin double cup
My little nigga 15 and all he see is blood
And all he see is blood

done

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