| Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait
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| Who is that?
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| I don’t know!
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| Now you are the shit you feel
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| You are instead of what you told
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| Hold onto nothing
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| Because everything will fold
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| I’m so cold!
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| Stand tall
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| Would you be so bold
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| Stand tall
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| Would you be so bold
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| A man fall then call out
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| I’m in his mold
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| Like he was just in mind
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| His spirit trust in mine
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| I had to hold a nigga down
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| When I crush his spine
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| I said that
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| I said that war is raw
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| No matter how you flip it
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| I’m sure appalled
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| By how the blood is dripping
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| On sword he fall
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| He feel his stomach ripping
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| His mum is tripping, brother
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| Never gone forgive them
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| You create hate
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| Make a son go missing
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| He wanna get revenge
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| Avenge
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| The cycle never stop
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| How can you forgive the man
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| That took the final shot?
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| I don’t fucking know
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| I’m hanging with my friends inside the vinyl shop
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| Don’t ask me!
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| I guess you could become a cop
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| Or forgive the man
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| That gotcha fucking brother popped
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| Over seas or something
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| For god knows what fucking reason, pumping
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| Oil abundant, funding hunting
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| Of human people to sell more guns
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| In the hundreds
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| Mom who’s bombing London?
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| A cunt did
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| You don’t gotta think it’s okay to move on
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| You don’t gotta move on if you want dude gone
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| Figure out the masterminds and then shoot em
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| Ain’t no reason
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| Learn how to grow your own food
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| Before they stop feeding you
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| Needing you alive
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| Your survival is nigh
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| Too pussy to burn your own paper
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| You see in this number
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| That it somehow makes you greater
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| Check it
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| Blood money dolla
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| Dripping, fall in the water
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| You ain’t make a son or a daughter
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| Bringing up a lamb for the slaughter
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| Woah!
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| Or a man for the armada, lady
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| Give all of ya babies to the navy
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| The army, starving
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| Cry as they departing
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| Embarking on a journey
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| End up on a gurney
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| Disarm, one bomb wrong for a dumb bitch
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| Don’t injure me
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| Don’t imprison me
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| Spinning my innards turn liver to chitterlings
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| Flip it to the bigger beings
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| Dump the rest and then come collect
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| When the sun descend, farm your organs
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| They all have significant importance
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| You can hold a couple mill today for a heart
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| Don’t worry bout the page you tore apart
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| All the marines do it
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| I can see through it
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| Children bleed moving thru the streets
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| Stupid, know you need to do it
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| That’s some clean shooting
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| Toe tag another bone bag that ain’t had no chance, dumb muddy
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| War time, I gotta store mine, I wanna soar high, blood money |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BLOOD MONEY, artist - Lil Darkie. Album song THIS DOES NOT EXIST, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп