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letra de bludded - rjldiablo

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[intro: rjldiablo, mlg cake & ksi]
(b-tch, it’s rj bih on the track, yeah)
(bro, you got bars)
blood, blood, blooded
woah, huh

[chorus]
blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy
blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy
blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy
blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy (b-tch, you talkin’, ugh)
blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy (brr, brr, brr)
blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy (ah, ah, ah)
blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (r.j., r.j.)

[verse 1]
hey, what these b-tches talkin’ ’bout?
we pull up and air ’em out, what these r-t-rds scared about?
it’s a f-ckin’ murder now, wow
pull up wit’ a clip and we might spray it (spray it)
i can’t f-ck with you on that g-y sh-t (g-y sh-t)
i can’t rate your sh-t ’cause i made it (made it)
i can’t stand your sh-t, man, i hate it (hatе)
uh, what you talkin’ ’bout?
pull up on your block, shoot you, then we walkin’ out
all thesе sons-of-b-tches talkin’, k!ll you, now they mourning, ouch
i’m finna pull up, shoot up the morgue, then out, ugh, ayy
[refrain]
racks on these racks, that’s a statement today
b-tches on b-tches, that’s sugary wafers
p-ssy so good, i won’t save it for later
shorty so fine, ass ’bout to make me suffocate, yeah (ooh-ooh)

[verse 2]
huh, just walked out the club, i was lookin’ tom brady
f-ck on your b-tch and then go back to wales, yeah
i made some music and then i got paid, yeah
just made two mixtapes, so when is the pay-check?
oh wait, have i been paid yet? (ooh-ooh)
f-cked up the world and now i am the one
b-tches look for me, like, “the f-ck, what you want?”
we light ’em up, man, opps gon’ get bunned
pull up, we shank you or your mums
shanice got that peach, got that bum
my man got k!lled, now the opps on the run
feds gonna k!ll ’em, our work has been done
f-ck up a rival, out the shadows i sprung
this is the u.k., f-ck bringing a gun
me and these peng-tings be minglin’ for fun
this is young r.j., light opps like the sun
and they won’t have a son (ooh-ooh), uh

[chorus]
blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy
blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy
blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy
blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy (b-tch, you talkin’, ugh)
blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy (brr, brr, brr)
blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy (ah, ah, ah)
blooded, blooded, blooded, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (r.j., r.j.)
[refrain]
racks on these racks, that’s a statement today
b-tches on b-tches, that’s sugary wafers
p-ssy so good, i won’t save it for later
shorty so fine, ass ’bout to make me suffocate, yeah (ooh-ooh)
man, racks on these b-tches, make statements next day

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