Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bloody Hands , by - Murda Beatz. Release date: 27.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bloody Hands |
| Murda, Murda, Murda, Murda shit |
| Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody |
| Pressa |
| M-M-M-Murda |
| Bloody hands, bloody feet |
| Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet |
| Loubitins looking like it’s meant for me |
| I got shooters on they Wass if them niggas want grief |
| Bloody hands, bloody feet |
| Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet |
| Loubitins looking like it’s meant for me |
| I got shooters on they Wass if them niggas want grief |
| Red heels, red sneaks |
| This the life of every hood nigga dream |
| There’s nights that I couldn’t went to sleep |
| But Pressa got a story of a life you won’t believe |
| We going out, with a bang |
| Gotta spill blood if you really wanna hang |
| Before you leave your house you gotta always check your mag |
| Pressa picked up every time that phone rang |
| Niggas bitching up you well know what you signed up for |
| And I’m on my block pitching shit like a pitchfork |
| Niggas want smoke then we turn a nigga Newport |
| Niggas ain’t built from the cloth where we been torn |
| Riding in my city and you know I got my top down |
| Bitch, I love my Nina but I love how my fists sounds |
| Go buck wild got a glizzy it’s a trey pound |
| When no one around suh, everyting ah fi get licked down |
| I just sold him whip down |
| Go and learn your wrist now |
| If you hustle make it count nuh |
| I think I need my money count |
| Bloody hands, bloody feet |
| Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet |
| Loubitins looking like it’s meant for me |
| I got shooters on they Wass if them niggas want grief |
| Bloody hands, bloody feet |
| Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet |
| Loubitins looking like it’s meant for me |
| I got shooters on they Wass if them niggas want grief |
| Bloody bloody, bloody money |
| You don’t even know what these niggas do for money |
| Niggas getting money all of sudden all a suddy |
| 50 on his head catch him and do it for mommy |
| Price tags, what your amount? |
| Shoot a nigga dead on his block and then we out |
| I came from trench wars and homies falling out |
| You worried about the shoes better worry about your belt |
| Bloody feet when I’m walking out a hoe |
| You got the right to kill just don’t do in the house |
| They gave my dad a L, he do push-ups in the cell |
| Now every move we make yeah we better make it count |
| 1 2 3 4, and she loves the way I rap about her Dior’s |
| I got plugs overseas call me senior |
| And I swear I’m so sick I need a kill core |
| I’m so for if he want war then give him what he feel for |
| Trigger finger so sore |
| Let me show you how to make bloody make the billboards |
| I’m all about my money like my TuneCore |
| They want figure out me like they Filmore |
| Bloody hands, bloody feet |
| Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet |
| Loubitins looking like it’s meant for me |
| I got shooters on they Wass if them niggas want grief |
| Bloody hands, bloody feet |
| Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet |
| Loubitins looking like it’s meant for me |
| I got shooters on they Wass if them niggas want grief |