Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood Bath, artist - Shy Glizzy.
Date of issue: 24.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blood Bath |
Yeah |
They know that talk throat |
They know that’ll spill she ain’t talkin double cup |
My little nigga 15 and all he see is blood |
And all he see is blood |
You got a body, oh wow |
Murder for hire, pow pow |
Big dog I’m no little Bow Wow |
I’m here to take you out for some thou ous |
Take him down, we need that (need it) |
Murder caught on camera we gon' watch a recap |
You lose and you gone bitch there ain’t no rematch |
You see the packs flying through so shoutout the mailman |
But though the mail we send him straight to hell |
Hit you with that one hand I feel like Odell |
They try to give me the death penalty I’m not gon' tell (No No) |
I’m returning all my enemies that’s fucking real |
They don’t like me but they gon' have to fuck with it |
We put that fire on a nigga like a arsonist |
I keep my circle select and always one in the head |
You see my lawyer Anthony I highly recommend death |
What’s up hoes, don’t make me put this pump to your fucking dome |
Make ya home, and I got my Michael Myers jumper on |
She say come on, told her OK baby I won’t take too long |
Uh oh, this bitch damn went crazy won’t leave me alone |
Aye Glizzy Boy why these niggas cappin they ain’t really slime |
Walk past my nigga a shooter call him 35 |
Caught a rack, tryna' sell it faster than a apple pie |
Gangland, remember dat I tell you Wassas never die |
Dollar signs (Ching ching), all the time (all the time) |
And all the dimes, they fall in line |
Won’t never do no snitchin' Nuh uh no sir (Uh uh) |
These niggas they be bitches I’m talkin |
(Young Jefe Holmes) |
They know that talk throat |
They know that spill she ain’t talkin double cup |
My little nigga 15 and all he see is blood |
And all he see is blood |