Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blood on My Lips , by - Rilès. Release date: 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 |