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BLOOD SPORT!
by ScalpelBoyGhost
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200k packed away
Got it in a safe
No, pussy boy, I don't play
Try me any day
Might fuck around - turn a sunny sky grey
Might fuck around - make your woman mine don't play
Stilleto flipping, clutch kicking, slut gripping
That is Ghost
Gun-toting, blunt smoking, dope loading
Turn 'em toast
McQueen jacket, chain snatching, never lacking
Ten toes
Net is half a milli' undisclosed
Try me A.T.O
Where they at
Where they at
Wanna see 'em bleed
Where they at
Where they at
Wanna see 'em bleed
Where they at
Where they at
Wanna see 'em scream
Where they at
Where they at
Wanna see 'em scream
You could never come into my city
Let alone my street
These pussies act sweet, but they claim they street
Don't cap on me
Racks on racks
I don't see cents, G
I got rats in the lab
Cooking laced 'phetamine
I'm skinny as fuck - but I'll still fight
And if I can't, that's why I bought the pipe
I'm serving rocks right from the kitchen to these crackhead's pipes
I've got more jewelry than your bitch that's why she tryna spend the night
Every single time I drive you know I'm burning rubber
I hit that shit from 2 to 3 and then you hear that flutter
I press that pussy ass hoe and then I laugh - he stutter
You owe me bread, pay it or die bitch there is no discussion
I got the K up in my lap like I'm a fucking Russian
I'm with five hoes sipping on yac you sipping Robitussin
Smuggled in a Q a key of coke, could give a fuck bout customs
Run up, gun him down to death you know that I am never bluffing
Choke that bitch out while I fuck her
Wanna hear her stutter
Sitting in the rex with a cutter
Let 'em hear that thunder
Gun him and his brother down and then I'll tell his mother
Piss right down onto his fucking grave
187 numbers
200k packed away
Got it in a safe
No, pussy boy, I don't play
Try me any day
Might fuck around - turn a sunny sky grey
Might fuck around - make your woman mine don't play
Stilleto flipping, clutch kicking, slut gripping
That is Ghost
Gun-toting, blunt smoking, dope loading
Turn 'em toast
McQueen jacket, chain snatching, never lacking
Ten toes
Net is half a milli' undisclosed
Try me A.T.O
Where they at
Where they at
Wanna see 'em bleed
Where they at
Where they at
Wanna see 'em bleed
Where they at
Where they at
Wanna see 'em scream
Where they at
Where they at
Wanna see 'em scream
You could never come into my city
Let alone my street
These pussies act sweet, but they claim they street
Don't cap on me
Racks on racks
I don't see cents, G
I got rats in the lab
Cooking laced 'phetamine
I'm skinny as fuck - but I'll still fight
And if I can't, that's why I bought the pipe
I'm serving rocks right from the kitchen to these crackhead's pipes
I've got more jewelry than your bitch that's why she tryna spend the night
Every single time I drive you know I'm burning rubber
I hit that shit from 2 to 3 and then you hear that flutter
I press that pussy ass hoe and then I laugh - he stutter
You owe me bread, pay it or die bitch there is no discussion
I got the K up in my lap like I'm a fucking Russian
I'm with five hoes sipping on yac you sipping Robitussin
Smuggled in a Q a key of coke, could give a fuck bout customs
Run up, gun him down to death you know that I am never bluffing
Choke that bitch out while I fuck her
Wanna hear her stutter
Sitting in the rex with a cutter
Let 'em hear that thunder
Gun him and his brother down and then I'll tell his mother
Piss right down onto his fucking grave
187 numbers
