Blood On My Lips

Rilès

Album RILÈSUNDAYZ

Chorus

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

Verse 1

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

Bridge

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..

Chorus

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

Verse 2

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

Bridge

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..

Chorus

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

Outro

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

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