Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I LIKE BLOOD, artist - Night Lovell. Date of issue: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I LIKE BLOOD |
| Where are you,? |
| Yeah, mhh |
| Ayy |
| I like bands, I like cars, I like broad shit |
| Got my mans all around me on my boss shit |
| I got pain in my body, I like star shit |
| You can’t find me, I’m inside, I’m on Mars shit |
| I like- I like bitches on my dick |
| I like niggas that don’t wanna take no pic |
| Shawty treat me like a baby, like I’m six |
| Goofy niggas really think I’m from the six |
| I like red like it’s blood, I don’t move in the sun |
| All these niggas think they tough, you a fan, I ain’t dumb |
| I’m that nigga, can’t you see? |
| I got Gucci on my feet |
| Fuck your bitch inside your sheet, I got diamonds on my teeth |
| All these meds ain’t doing shit, I just wish you were my shit |
| Find your grave and then I shit, nigga, I don’t give a shit |
| All these niggas are my kids, I make magic, I’m a wiz |
| You be talking like a bitch, put your body in the fish, ya |
| Young boy gon' get to 'em (Oh, he did that) |
| Young boy gon' get to 'em (Oh, he did that) |
| Young boy gon' get to 'em (Oh, he did that) |
| Young boy gon' get to 'em (Oh, he did that) |
| Young boy gon' get to 'em (Oh, he did that) |
| Young boy gon'- ayy |
| I like percs, I like xans |
| I throw bands up on that ass |
| Oh, that’s your bitch? |
| Shit, my bad |
| Thumbing through the guap, we move too fast |
| And she gon' suck like a leech, creeping right through the sheets |
| And these diamonds in my gums when I smile like «bling» |
| Been up, finessing, no stressing |
| Moving that work outta Texas |
| Using that Uzi, that’s my lethal weapon |
| Tell the world get out my mentions |
| I got that check, ain’t no need for no pension |
| She suck that dick but she grip it real reckless |
| Came out the mud and I’m dirty, no question |
| Tell me lil 'nigga like what you 'bout? |
| She came through and she fucking for the clout |
| When we fuck, man, pull that G-string down south |
| Get smoked like Juul, boy, you know what we 'bout |
| Pull up them 30s, we pop at his tooth |
| South Florida boy so you know that I’m a gook |
| Florida water, baby, yeah, you know I’m a goon |
| Remix a brick and a bail that’s two |
| Main bitch blowing on my dick like a flute |
| Instrument, getting hit, Glock, that’s my tool |
| Patch on my head, that boy ride out the roof |
| Patch on my head, hit that boy through the- |