Lyrics:
talking and you’ll become another one murdered by X
Chorus: 2x) You say im young blood/ but i kill just as good as you/ you say im young blood/ but i
More wings than clutches
Cease roll the hash
It's in the pocket with the nine
Lick off the wine as my seats recline
I want a presidential Rollie
So I
the flame which awakens desire
Blood serves desire; and licks the skin untouched by fire
Hate roused by fire; our needs combined consume desire
Lust lights
never had that bond, die out
Angel made me put a stamp on it
Made me lick it while he cop on it, trigger
This paper to my buck teeth bigger
Don't ask me
cursed
By the keenest urge, the sweetest taste for her blood
And when they had slain men worthy of the sword
She had ravaged them with her hands
Indulging
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
in a box
And that's light, that's light
But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right
That's what y'all call street?
No tales from the Crip this
by the end I don't see none
On her thigh; bitch lick the blood
We be vamps, yeah, fuck the sun
We made love while on a drug and it really fucked us up,
You light like a feather, heavy like brick
I'm a rock star, got slits on my wrist
You ain't never hear heavy metal like this
You ain't ever seen
the girls I'm connected
I see (yeah) your light (yeah) and you (yeah) see mine
Feels like this shit was by design 'cause
You and me and us we ride for life
I
Boy I am so tired
I'll be glad when I get inside the house
Oh, I dropped my keys
Oh what tis bright light?
My God they must gonna rob me
Who
away. Soon the lights will come back on."
Suddenly, she could feel Maxwell begin to lick her hand, which hung limp over the side of her chair. "Oh, Max,
Waterhouse
Execution, teflon inna dem head lick
Out dem feelings and emotion
Copper by di portion cyaa
Cool wid purple lotion
Tivoli guns in motion
Blood
Liable to drive-by on a summer day
July 4th'll be a June
Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum
The sound of the drum, that crips and bloods know
itchin', gettin' hot with me
They like fake blood, fake money, not monogamy
Make a homie, have a talk with me
I got two bitches on the way, drink and walk
already died, dog
Blood still wet, cut the check
And count them pies, dog
Freaky bitch with me
Man - she'll probably lick my eyeballs
Man she'll probably
Thugs, met Young Thug to a grown thug
Bone a bitch like PornHub
She gon' miss me like Uncle (Charles?)'S blood
M squeeze, I just lick 'em off
M-d, all
blood gushin from ya arms, legs
Head and stomach i felt the hatred
Cause when I turned around like the Matrix
Comin for me
An array of bullets headin dead
really means.
To live by words, if scripture is roots,
and the wise hold they tongue when the youth speak the truth.
You learn real quick, where I'm from
Sweat ,blood, mad crowd
Sweat ,blood, mad crowd
Sweat ,blood, mad crowd
Sweat ,blood, mad crowd
Sharp your heels put your grills
Choose your best
in a box
And that's light, that's light
But light like to lick twat a lot so that's right
That's what y'all call street?
No tales from the Crip this
you, I hear you, I feel you
Give me your heart, my darling, as it breaks, my baby
I see the cracks, my darling, I'll lick the light out
Give me your
and a purpose
It'll lick up all the water thats 3 11/29s
21, 2, and then 3 done came and straight up passed me by
11/29 two thousand and 21 is mine
I know
forming figures out of splashes turning back to shatters of dried blood
Irresistible to some
Annoying to others
Driven by the winds
Caught inside the fins
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