Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bleed, artist - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie. Album song Artist 2.0, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Highbridge The Label
Bleed |
| I don't need love, that shit is so, so petty |
| Don't you go tweet about it, we could speak about it |
| If you really, really with me |
| Growin' up bein' in the gas stations, in the CVSs, gettin' gifies |
| Yeah, and if you really my nigga |
| Word to mother, we gon' split it fifty-fifty |
| Yeah, they call me a SoundCloud boy |
| They stealin' my sound now, boy |
| I feel like I'm really the king of my city |
| I got the crown now, boy |
| Two .38's on the side of me, lookin' like a cowboy, yeah |
| Niggas be actin' like bitches, I might as well just call you tomboys |
| Don't play with me, .38 on me and I'm feelin' so, so special |
| Niggas is lucky I'm busy gettin' money |
| 'Cause I really could've left you |
| Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary |
| I prolly got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri |
| Yeah, beasties, they lurk in the bushes |
| Now when I open my eyes, I look in the sky |
| Hopin' I make it to heaven |
| You can have family ties, the rest gotta die |
| You can still be a dub if you tellin' |
| And even if it was my cousin, it is a dub |
| Fuck it, just knock off his melon |
| I swear I don't need love, that shit is so, so petty |
| Don't you go tweet about it, we could speak about it |
| If you really, really with me |
| Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary |
| I prolly got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri |
| Heard they wanna catch me lackin', oh, please (oh, please) |
| Yeah, they don't know I'm really OD |
| Niggas rattin', eatin' on cheese |
| Just free the real until they all free |
| Hoodie on, rockin' long sleeves, uh, uh |
| Richard Mille made my wrist bleed, mm-mm |
| Lamborghini car keys, vroom, vroom |
| I don't know why they actin' like they G'd up, hm-mm |
| Wipe a nigga nose like he sneeze, uh-huh-uh |
| Go to Elliot for Aquafina, huh-uh |
| Chain lookin' like a hockey puck, huh |
| Like a freezer, huh |
| You told me never say never |
| Then you told me you would never get me set up (yeah) |
| But love is a set up already |
| Should've said, "I love you, " to a Bentley |
| All them niggas that ain't even graduate |
| Can't leave the country, they feeling so ready |
| But fuck it, at least they know better |
| Any nigga could tell 'em, no tellin' |
| I done seen niggas tell on they brother |
| Them niggas was there for you when you were strugglin' |
| I done seen niggas love on they bitch |
| And go kiss her and hug her right after she suckin' dick |
| And you gotta watch out for niggas that's watchin' your money |
| Watch who you get money with |
| And don't you compete with your own gang |
| No, don't you go be on no funny shit |
| 'Cause niggas will tell on they whole gang |
| 'Cause they was jealous, so jealous, yeah |
| I was addicted to Balmain, I did every Amiri denim (yeah) |
| I'm not a regular person, I threw away all my Margielas |
| Got a closet with nothing but fly shit |
| Trendsetter from my hat to my sweater, yeah, yeah |
| I swear I don't need love, that shit is so, so petty |
| Don't you go tweet about it we could speak about it |
| If you really, really with me |
| Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary |
| I prolly got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri |
| Hoodie on, rockin' long sleeves, uh, uh |
| Richard Mille made my wrist bleed, mm-mm |
| Lamborghini car keys, vroom vroom |