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blood (original) - linkerino lyrics

[intro]
f*ck you talkin’ bout

[chorus]
it’s getting hot again
back up in the spot again
pistol in my lap, it do the lap dance
chrome to your dome, put you in a trance

[verse]
pull up in black suv’s, type sh*t on the french drill
she wan’ f*ck, but i cannot, i’m floating off the x pill
i just spent a check up on a crib in the bev’ hills
they say that the king won’t slide, but i know my set will
you say you ain’t scared of sh*t, but i know a threat will
smoke these boys like the bloods, f*ck ’round, man you get k!lled
i get checks, you get g checks, man should get real
i just sn*tched a cuban link, diamonds got my neck filled
turn you to a ******, i pull up with red dots
i don’t ignore a sneak diss, send thе pack, you get shot
i driveby your alleyway, i light it up with hеadshots
we gon’ do a chase once we see the blue and red cops
if you not from around here then you walk around with caution
any moment we take your life, send you to a coffin
if you ain’t lived the life we lived, please don’t do talking
we pull up with no hesitiation, so better get to walking
[chorus]
it’s getting hot again
back up in the spot again
pistol in my lap, i got blood on my face
chrome to your dome, you go missing with no trace

[outro]
roads lead to rome, b*tch i go off the map
chrome to your dome, leave your skull with a gap
cold*blooded stone when you grow up in the trap
scope with no pole, it gon’ (blow) with a strap

- linkerino lyrics

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