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psych - blood money lyrics

[chorus]
‘sych, ‘sych, ‘sych, ‘sych, ‘sych, d*mn (d*mn)
blood, ‘sych, glo gang, ‘sych, ‘sych (this n*gga fool)
‘sych, ‘sych (though i was a goon? this n*gga goof’)
‘sych, ‘sych (haha, oh, blood)
‘sych, ‘sych (i’ll shoot you)
‘sych, ‘sych, ‘sych , ‘sych (‘sych you out, d*mn)
‘sych, ‘sych, ‘sych (woah, blood money)
woah (boy, you ‘sych, ‘sych)

[verse 1]
i’m with the glo gang, he thought he was ridin’ same clique (‘sych, ‘sych, ‘sych, ‘sych)
woah, tadoe just threw me a blunt of earth (bye, bye, ‘sych, ‘sych, ‘sych)
why he ain’t gave me no motherf*ckin’ light? haha (light, light, ‘sych, ‘sych)
and if she gotta be a dyk* (dyk*, ‘sych, ‘sych, d*mn)
cannot know me a spy (spy, spy, spazz, why? d*mn)
dirty lean in the sprite (sprite)
activis up in the sprite (activis up in my lime)
i’m gon’ be off it tonight (i’ma be off it tonight, ‘sych, ‘sych, ‘sych)

[chorus]
‘sych, ‘sych, ‘sych, ‘sych (d*mn, ‘sych)
‘sych, ‘sych, ‘sych, ‘sych
‘sych, ‘sych, ‘sych, ‘sych (psycho)

[verse 2]
she thought i was there for the p*ssy
i looked at her and i was like (what?)
‘sych (b*tch), ‘sych (hoe), ‘sych (thot), ‘sych (‘sych)
he thought he was ridin’ in a real foreign car
i lookеd at that sh*t and i was like (what the f*ck is that?)
‘sych, ‘sych, ‘sych, ‘sych (woah, d*mn)
pulled up flеxin’, all them n*ggas they was like “blood, whatchu on tonight?” (tonight, tonight)
ayy though, this sh*t up, b*tch, we got the bag and i got a long pipe (pipe, pipe, pipe, d*mn)
b*tch, i got that cannon on me, play with me and you gon’ die tonight (tonight, tonight, tonight)
and i’ma give you whatchu lookin’ f*ck n*gga, this sh*t gon’ get all bad and bright (bright, bright, bright)
‘sych (haha), ‘sych (i ‘sych you out, blood)
[outro]
i ‘sych you out, haha, it’s over with, you lose, i win
‘sych, ‘sych, ‘sych, ‘sych, ‘sych
who are you? you thought i was goofy? (goofy)
like a goofy (no, nah)
‘sych, ‘sych, ‘sych (d*mn)
i’m in the mall, finna spend a bag (spend a bag)
you ain’t finna spend a bag (nah)
whatchu livin’ man? (why you livin’ mad?)
how you livin’? b*tch, i’m in the pack (i’m in the pack)
woah, d*mn
hit the mall, everyday, i spend a bag (‘sych)
he pull up on me, give me jags
your b*tch on my d*ck, she like “that n*gga got a living jag” (d*mn)
‘sych, ‘sych, ‘sych

- blood money lyrics

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