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letra de blood on the dope - gunplay

[hook: gunplay]
take what you want, tie they -ss up
just don’t, get, no, blood on the dope
just don’t, get, no, blood on the dope
bring it back all white, don’t get no blood on the dope
bring it back all white, don’t get no blood on the dope
bring it back all white, don’t get no blood on the dope
bring it back all white, don’t get no blood on the dope

[bridge: pjk + gunplay]
burden on my head, dawg i need to get some bread
chopper and a mask, gotta heater bustin’ heads
now that’s music to my ears, i got a perfect l1ck in mind
bout to slide by the crib, point it out and put you down

[verse 1: gunplay]
see that crib right there, yeah right there
two workers, one pitbull, cocaine and a hundred thousand in fare
we too breezy in this sh-t, too easy
it’s christmas time, we all know the season
all i want is cash and c0ke
got the tape, rope and brand new o
if they looking like they wanna buck
hit em up just don’t get no blood on the dope and rug
and we gucci, and we came up
if they ask how, don’t ever bring my name up
bout to cop a crib, bout to scoop a biz
bout to get myself together then go lace my boots again

[verse 2: pjk]
mask on, fully loaded, when i pull on street
rifle, butcher knife, zip ties for hands and feet
as i’m walking toward the door i hear a small commotion
tried to open, it was locked so i kicked it open
peeped the scene, daughter screamed
someone screamed, i slap him
look his daddy in his eyes and say i’m here to jack ya
ask who else was in the house, he say it’s just his wife
tied him up, layed him down and hit them with the knife
ask em once he tried to play me, i don’t play no games
kicked his face, broke his nose, took that to his brain
p-ssy n-gga you done got yo blood all on my kicks
tell me now before i spill your blood all on your b-tch
he said “chris i knew that’s you, i know your whole d-mn family
can’t we make some deal my dawg, lets get some understanding”
i don’t give no f-ck about no n-gga tryna beg
give no f-ck, yo kids in here, i’m still gon’ blow your head

[verse 3: yo gotti]
blood on the dope, blood on the floor, blood on your ho
my young n-gga a blood, i show em love
blood on the plug, cause i hit em up
he was flinchin’ and sh-t, told him to get ’em up
blood on the kush, got a wife and dad
that made the price go up when they hit the town
blood on the dough, i’m going to war for it
and i got junkies at the door, and i got chickens in the kitchens
i got n-ggas in the trenches
and you got p-ssies, so all yo n-ggas b-tches, d-mn homie
call it walking on tomatoes, them red bottoms
call it thug vacation, when the feds got em
call it what you want it, just can’t call me broke boy
and i’m dirty, go out my way to f-ck yo ho boy
it’s muddy mixed with purple, say it slow boy
and there’s blood on everybody when there’s war boy

- gunplay

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