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letra de blood money - cody manson

[intro: cody manson]
k-k-king heart
look! look!

[verse 1: cody manson]
i’m addicted to the p-ssy, i’m a f-ckin’ sl-t (facts!)
i still don’t trust a b-tch, she probably tryin’ to set me up
p-pocket full of bl–dy money, sinus full of dust (yeah!)
got this shiny in my coat, look like i’m walkin’ with a crutch
i’ve seen so much wicked sh-t, no, i can’t forget it (nah!)
i’ve done so much f-cked up sh-t but i don’t regret it (nah!)
talkin’ sh-t up in my dm but i never read it (p-ssy!)
chop a brick, chop a body with the same machete (yeah!)
headhuntin’, cut dope for the blood sport
van full of demons strapped up like a gun store (ayy! ayy!)
creepin’ up your street to leave you leakin’ on the front porch (pop pop pop pop)
mr. helter skelter, i’m the cleveland city snuff lord (ayy!)
[chorus: cody manson]
i’ve seen so much wicked sh-t, i’m still numb from it
i got this demon on my back, no, i can’t run from it
all them twenty dollar bills got some drugs on ’em
all them blue hundreds got some blood on ’em
i’ve seen so much wicked sh-t, i’m still numb from it
i’m still numb from it, i’m still – i’m still numb from it
all – all them – all them blue hundreds got some blood on ’em
got some blood on ’em, got some – got some blood on ’em

[verse 2: doc gruesome]
shoot a motherf-cker in his neck for talkin’ sideways (sideways)
you know what i do, hit the money right and i’m paid
shoot that p-ssy in the hole (in the hole), all my people trained to go
real shooters with a mouth full of golds (with a mouth full of golds)
i’m the king in yellow, b-tch, livin’ through an ancient text
nowadays i’m flippin’ rocks, got your b-tch sellin’ s-x
that is real life, money dirtier than a b-tch (dirtier than a b-tch)
what it feel like when i go to hit you with a stick
never flip on a clique, all you p-ssies make me sick
say you reppin’ for the gang, b-tch, don’t let me catch you slip
i’ma put a bullet in you for the money if it’s funny
give a f-ck what you think livin’ out, these b-tches tight

[chorus: cody manson]
i’ve seen so much wicked sh-t, i’m still numb from it
i got this demon on my back, no, i can’t run from it
all them twenty dollar bills got some drugs on ’em
all them blue hundreds got some blood on ’em
i’ve seen so much wicked sh-t, i’m still numb from it
i’m still numb from it, i’m still – i’m still numb from it
all – all them – all them blue hundreds got some blood on ’em
got some blood on ’em, got some – got some blood on ’em
[verse 3: keith stoned]
throw me to the wolves and i’ll return to leadin’ the pack
my mind’s a war zone so i sleep with a strap
we’re all tryin’ to make it out, that’s why they call it a trap
actions speak louder than words but we don’t know how to act (nah!)
dilated pupils, lookin’ at you with these evil eyes
military mind so all my movements are synchronized
yeah, i’m on that demon time, that’s why i’m movin’ slow
since we can’t see eye to eye, we’ll have to go toe to toe
.45 on my waist, smokin’ dope and slangin’ blow
but if my p.o. ask, i get that dough from romeo’s
somebody better let ’em know how it’s supposed to go
before you get rolled on and lit up by keith stoned
trained to go

[verse 4: bonez dubb]
i’ve had a dream of k!lling since i was a little devil myself
so f-ckin’ with me and my crew is h-lla bad for your health
i got that blood dough, stackin’ paper like chips
so i go murder motherf-ckers while i’m takin’ them rips
of cannabis, you’re f-ckin’ with the g, i be mike bonez
i’m known for k!lling folk and puttin’ b-tches in nice homes
[verse 5: gorilla pimp]
d-mn right i had to be a pimp, these b-tches are sl-ts
you’re bendin’ over for a dollar, plant my grip in your b-tt
your mouth open for a trickle, get a glimpse on the bust
a bunch of grown men f-ckin’ foldin’ like a b-tch when i f-ck
that’s why the f-ck all these 44 year olds callin’ it horrorcore
becoming more and more storyboard than every song that i’ve heard before

- cody manson

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