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  • 作词 : Shane Lindstrom/Quinton Gardner
    作曲 : Shane Lindstrom/Quinton Gardner
    Murda, Murda, Murda, Murda ****
    Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody
    Pressa

    Bloody hands, bloody feet
    Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet
    Loubitins looking like it's meant for me
    I got shooters on they Wass if them ****** want grief
    Bloody hands, bloody feet
    Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet
    Loubitins looking like it's meant for me
    I got shooters on they Wass if them ****** want grief

    Red heels, red sneaks
    This the life of every hood ***** dream
    There's nights that I couldn't went to sleep
    But Pressa got a story of a life you won't believe
    We going out, with a bang
    Gotta spill blood if you really wanna hang
    Before you leave your house you gotta always check your mag
    Pressa picked up every time that phone rang
    ****** ******** up you well know what you signed up for
    And I'm on my block pitching **** like a pitchfork
    ****** want smoke then we turn a ***** Newport
    ****** ain't built from the cloth where we been torn
    Riding in my city and you know I got my top down
    ***** I love my nina but I love how my fifth sounds
    Go buck wild got a glizzy it's a trey pound
    When no one around suh, everyting ah fi get licked down
    I just sold him whip down
    Go and learn your wrist now
    If you hustle make it count nuh
    I think I need my money count

    Bloody hands, bloody feet
    Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet
    Loubitins looking like it's meant for me
    I got shooters on they Wass if them ****** want grief
    Bloody hands, bloody feet
    Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet
    Loubitins looking like it's meant for me
    I got shooters on they Wass if them ****** want grief

    Bloody bloody, bloody money
    You don't even know what these ****** do for money
    ****** getting money all of sudden all a suddy
    50 on his head catch him and do it for mommy
    Price tags, what your amount?
    Shoot a ***** dead on his block and then we out
    I came from trench wars and homies falling out
    You worried about the shoes better worry about your belt
    Bloody feet when I'm walking out a hoe
    You got the right to kill just don't do in the house
    They gave my dad a L, he do push-ups in the cell
    Now every move we make yeah we better make it count
    1 2 3 4, and she loves the way I rap about her Dior's
    I got plugs over seas call me senior
    And I swear I'm so sick I need a kill core
    I'm so for if he want war then give him what he feel for
    Trigger finger so sore
    Let me show you how to make bloody make the billboards
    I'm all about my money like my TuneCore
    They want figure out me like they Filmore

    Bloody hands, bloody feet
    Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet
    Loubitins looking like it's meant for me
    I got shooters on they Wass if them ****** want grief
    Bloody hands, bloody feet
    Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet
    Loubitins looking like it's meant for me
    I got shooters on they Wass if them ****** want grief
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Shane Lindstrom/Quinton Gardner
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Shane Lindstrom/Quinton Gardner
    [00:03.23]Murda, Murda, Murda, Murda ****
    [00:06.05]Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody
    [00:08.52]Pressa
    [00:11.08]
    [00:11.29]Bloody hands, bloody feet
    [00:12.80]Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet
    [00:15.47]Loubitins looking like it's meant for me
    [00:18.00]I got shooters on they Wass if them ****** want grief
    [00:21.44]Bloody hands, bloody feet
    [00:23.64]Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet
    [00:26.67]Loubitins looking like it's meant for me
    [00:28.87]I got shooters on they Wass if them ****** want grief
    [00:32.39]
    [00:32.54]Red heels, red sneaks
    [00:34.47]This the life of every hood ***** dream
    [00:37.29]There's nights that I couldn't went to sleep
    [00:40.26]But Pressa got a story of a life you won't believe
    [00:42.49]We going out, with a bang
    [00:45.24]Gotta spill blood if you really wanna hang
    [00:47.80]Before you leave your house you gotta always check your mag
    [00:50.28]Pressa picked up every time that phone rang
    [00:53.05]****** ******** up you well know what you signed up for
    [00:56.53]And I'm on my block pitching **** like a pitchfork
    [00:58.73]****** want smoke then we turn a ***** Newport
    [01:01.87]****** ain't built from the cloth where we been torn
    [01:04.54]Riding in my city and you know I got my top down
    [01:06.95]***** I love my nina but I love how my fifth sounds
    [01:09.58]Go buck wild got a glizzy it's a trey pound
    [01:12.19]When no one around suh, everyting ah fi get licked down
    [01:15.36]I just sold him whip down
    [01:18.38]Go and learn your wrist now
    [01:20.75]If you hustle make it count nuh
    [01:23.31]I think I need my money count
    [01:26.76]
    [01:27.01]Bloody hands, bloody feet
    [01:28.82]Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet
    [01:31.43]Loubitins looking like it's meant for me
    [01:33.84]I got shooters on they Wass if them ****** want grief
    [01:37.12]Bloody hands, bloody feet
    [01:39.78]Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet
    [01:42.34]Loubitins looking like it's meant for me
    [01:44.88]I got shooters on they Wass if them ****** want grief
    [01:48.43]
    [01:48.61]Bloody bloody, bloody money
    [01:50.08]You don't even know what these ****** do for money
    [01:53.04]****** getting money all of sudden all a suddy
    [01:55.52]50 on his head catch him and do it for mommy
    [01:58.30]Price tags, what your amount?
    [02:00.92]Shoot a ***** dead on his block and then we out
    [02:03.88]I came from trench wars and homies falling out
    [02:06.04]You worried about the shoes better worry about your belt
    [02:09.12]Bloody feet when I'm walking out a hoe
    [02:11.74]You got the right to kill just don't do in the house
    [02:14.71]They gave my dad a L, he do push-ups in the cell
    [02:17.28]Now every move we make yeah we better make it count
    [02:20.09]1 2 3 4, and she loves the way I rap about her Dior's
    [02:23.32]I got plugs over seas call me senior
    [02:26.15]And I swear I'm so sick I need a kill core
    [02:29.30]I'm so for if he want war then give him what he feel for
    [02:31.51]Trigger finger so sore
    [02:34.49]Let me show you how to make bloody make the billboards
    [02:37.21]I'm all about my money like my TuneCore
    [02:40.07]They want figure out me like they Filmore
    [02:43.11]
    [02:43.21]Bloody hands, bloody feet
    [02:44.52]Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet
    [02:47.19]Loubitins looking like it's meant for me
    [02:49.66]I got shooters on they Wass if them ****** want grief
    [02:53.03]Bloody hands, bloody feet
    [02:55.40]Bloody hands, bloody hands, bloody feet
    [02:58.06]Loubitins looking like it's meant for me
    [03:00.87]I got shooters on they Wass if them ****** want grief