Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood on My Lips, artist - Rilès.
Date of issue: 08.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blood on My Lips |
Here goes another one who stood me up |
Blood on my lips don’t make it run onto your shirt |
Here goes another one who stood me up |
Blood on my lips don’t make me do what I don’t want |
Damn, I see you’re tryna fool me son |
Is you niggas deaf or blind? |
I told you once |
Making me repeat myself, so you waste my songs |
Could’ve talked about my babe or about that cunt |
Niggas be all afraid to talk to me dace to face |
Fake your trace, pace me for weeks then fade |
Your fable’s fake and speech is vain |
3andek, we know where’s your basement bitch |
Give me my money, money back, I’m on a rush man |
Our bullets going straight, they never swoosh, man |
Youngsters be listening my shit, fuck if I shook them |
You made me quit the stud, so better run then |
Give me my money, money back, I’m on a rush man |
Our bullets going straight, they never swoosh, man |
I was in Paris for my money and a freestyle |
But I knew I was too high to be a Frenchman, hmhmm. |
Here goes another one who stood me up |
Blood on my lips don’t make it run onto your shirt |
Here goes another one who stood me up |
Blood on my lips don’t make me do what I don’t want |
Many men, wish death upon myself |
Acting like they’re not looking, but follow my steps |
All you want is revenga since I left your business |
It was the greatest decision I could’ve ever made |
I’m hearing from others you do like to mention my name |
Shit I’ve been wasting all this time cuz you stood in my way |
Next time it’s coming out your mouth my dick gon fill your chin |
Don’t make me pull the trigger on you, I know you got kids |
Others be spitting their venim on some industry shit |
«don't sign him», «don't talk about this kid» |
«too optimistic», «dangerous for what we’re in» |
I’m crazy? |
Nahh. |
just a little bit |
Give me my money, money back, I’m on a rush man |
Our bullets going straight, they never swoosh, man |
Youngsters be listening my shit, fuck if I shook them |
You made me quit the stud, so better run then |
Give me my money, money back, I’m on a rush man |
Our bullets going straight, they never swoosh, man |
I was in Paris for my money and a freestyle |
But I knew I was too high to be a Frenchman, hmhmm. |
Here goes another one who stood me up |
Blood on my lips don’t make it run onto your shirt |
Here goes another one who stood me up |
Blood on my lips don’t make me do what I don’t want |
Give me my money, money back, I’m on a rush man |
Our bullets going straight, they never swoosh, man |
Youngsters be listening my shit, fuck if I shook them |
You made me quit the stud, so better run then |