Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bleed , by - Young M.A. Song from the album Herstory in the Making, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 26.09.2019
Record label: 3D, m.a
Song language: English
Bleed |
| Four years later, they still sleeping on me |
| And I ain’t gotta get the strap, because I keep it on me |
| It’s crazy how I got a big dick without a dick |
| It’s Young M.A., don’t ever let that name come out your lips |
| I’m the big goon, I send my goonies to your crib, and you can die inside your |
| living room |
| If gettin' money mean you dumb, well fuck it then, I been a fool |
| And I ain’t just go and get the food, I built the kitchen too |
| I’d rather be inside some pussy, than do this interview |
| Little gay nigga, hoes been on me since like middle school |
| Break up with a bitch, by next week I won’t remember you |
| Just because I put it in, don’t mean I’m into you |
| In them foreign countries with them foreign chicks |
| Foreign whip, foreign food, foreign shoes, just a bunch of foreign shit |
| Niggas wildin' out in Paris |
| Caught, 'Are you recording this?" |
| Put 200,000 on my balance just for talkin' shit |
| Fuckin' up a tour and shit |
| Rem handle the important shit |
| It’s funny how haters throwin' shots, but they ain’t callin' it |
| Clear the way, make room, please excuse |
| That’s a real nigga walking in (wooh) |
| Huh? |
| This M.A., bitch, ugh |
| You got something on your mind, then say that shit |
| We kingpins, this is not a playpen |
| In other words, we don’t play that shit |
| M.A. 'bout to drop, better play that shit |
| Hoes love me, them niggas hate that shit |
| They be like «Ooh, I hate that bitch» |
| Ooh, but ain’t they broke? |
| And, ain’t I rich? |
| Ooh, ooh, shake 'em off |
| Niggas wasn’t on they job, had to lay 'em off |
| A nigga wasn’t on his job, had to break her off |
| Three words for these hoes, «Take it off» |
| Ooh, drop panties, no hands please |
| She don’t need Plan B’s |
| She pop Xanny’s like it’s candy |
| That’s why she antsy, but she nasty |
| And I’m a thoroughbred nigga with a attitude |
| It’s Young M.A., make sure the 'M' and 'A is capital |
| Being broke is a joke, that’s why I’m never in a laughing mood |
| Always got the track clickin' like some tapping shoes |
| It was either get rich, or die, I had to choose |
| 'Get Rich or Die Trying,' Curtis Jackson move |
| Bipolar, can’t control her, keep a tool with me |
| Strap across my shoulder, 'cause my mind is like a bag of screws |
| Huh? |
| This M.A., bitch, ugh |
| You got something on your mind, then say that shit |
| We kingpins, this is not a playpen |
| In other words, we don’t play that shit |
| M.A. 'bout to drop, better play that shit |
| Hoes love me, them niggas hate that shit |
| They be like «Ooh, I hate that bitch» |
| Ooh, but ain’t they broke? |
| And, ain’t I rich? |
| Flex, ooh, Hercules |
| In this motherfuckin' booth, leavin' third degrees |
| Cookin' crack up in that stu', I gotta serve the fiends |
| Hop in that Maybach, tell the driver, «Um, curtains please» |
| Rich and filthy, still rock silkies, red most certainly |
| Black and blue, that green one too, just copped that burgundy |
| I swear I tried to change my ways, but it ain’t work for me |
| Fuck a bitch, 'cause currently my mood is currency |
| And I’m sippin' Hennessy |
| Make sure it’s Privilége please |
| I’m countin' up, she said 'How much?' |
| I said 'Infinity' |
| If I don’t come for you, aye, do not send for me |
| 'Cause I will pop this brand new Glock |
| Take her virginity (crr) |
| Big pimpin' spendin' G’s |
| What I look like trickin' on a bitch? |
| That ain’t did shit for me |
| Keep bein' my vicinity without abilities |
| All you haters, hold my nuts and suck my dignities (sheesh) |