Blood On My Hands (feat. Unknown T) (Explicit)
Ghetts, Unknown T"Blood On My Hands (feat. Unknown T) (Explicit)" é uma música de Ghetts, Unknown T, 2024, Pop. A música tem 3:19 de duração, 99 lines / 652 words.
Letra
0:01I've shown too much love
0:03I paid too much homage
0:04Don't let me don't let me
0:05Don't let me don't let me
0:06Don't let me prove I'm on it
0:08The suits come tailored
0:10The shoes come polished
0:12The food comes flavoured
0:13I'll love a morning zoot with the porridge
0:15Catch a paigon in the school run traffic
0:16And jump on the roof and bonnet
0:19I don't play no instrument
0:20But I made organs move in bodies
0:22And when there's an incidence
0:23I make bad boy music from it
0:26When me and her are getting intimate
0:27I park far so the coupe ain't spotted haha
0:31Different one day prior
0:34Different d**gs same buyer
0:38Switched it up and aimed higher
0:42Any stick I rub make fire
0:45Blood on my hands crud on my lips
0:48Blood on my hands crud on my lips
0:52Blood on my hands crud on my lips
0:56Blood on my hands
0:56Crud on my lips
0:57Blood on my hand ting bun him up quick
0:59Bare airborne blood on the whip
1:01I hate when my mates ain't on the same page
1:02Don't make this a awkward trip
1:04Neighbours on the opp block know
1:06When we pull up we pull up and burst off sticks
1:08You don't know about running man
1:09Down with a machine
1:10I've seen a man trip up and fold up quick
1:12Yo back then used to rock with
1:13A PR but now I got PR 'cause I've gone legit
1:15Grrt bring the wap
1:16Come we beat out his whole damn crib
1:17Why the opps think they're so damn slick listen
1:20Gang 'nem never trust any f*****
1:21But I still got a few opp chicks
1:23Bare gyal got bare temptations
1:24I might just f**** up his home with his miss
1:26No games out here till the sun up
1:28Tried to play runouts we're still gonna turn up
1:30My man's tryna call round the gang up
1:31Negotiating 'bout the pack tell him shut up
1:33If you ain't outside putting in work
1:35Then you gotta cough up
1:37Our shooters ain't got blood on their hands
1:39Your nigga got caught shut the f**** up
1:40Grrt baow baow baow
1:41Grrt baow
1:42Blood on my hands
1:43Crud on my lips mhm-mhm
1:46Blood on my hands
1:47Crud on my lips mhm-mhm
1:49Blood on my hands
1:50Crud on my lips mhm-mhm
1:53Blood on my hands
1:54Crud on my lips
1:56Which one of them's lacking respect
1:59Pray I find one of them lacking
2:00A man get a lash in his head
2:03Bang in the face slash in the neck
2:06That one there's not deep enough
2:08Splash him again
2:09Woke up with a dry throat and
2:10A blade in my hand mhm I'm too bloodthirsty
2:13It's either I slide on my own or
2:14Find out the hard way who's trustworthy
2:17I just came back from the future
2:18I know what happened I'm two months early
2:20Smile or crocodile teeth
2:22Not one of them two come early my God
2:25Every one of your lyrics are make-believe
2:28I'm surprised how many fans you've made believe gulible
2:31Gulible
2:31Gulible
2:31Mask on my face it may be me
2:34All you need's two letters from the alphabet A and B
2:38You ain't been in the field if you
2:39Ain't never knocked on your bredrin's
2:40Door with blood on your bare hands
2:42I told bro I did a mad ting nearby
2:43Now I need something to wear fam
2:45Them boy tryna retaliate before a tear lands
2:47Can't spare man
2:48They're just making up numbers
2:49They're just one bag a spare man
2:54Blood on my hands crud on my lips
2:58Blood on my hands crud on my lips
3:01Blood on my hands crud on my lips
3:05Blood on my hands crud on my lips
3:08Blood on my hands crud on my lips
3:12Blood on my hands crud on my lips
3:15Blood on my hands crud on my lips
3:19Blood on my hands crud on my lips
I've shown too much love I paid too much homage Don't let me don't let me Don't let me don't let me Don't let me prove I'm on it The suits come tailored The shoes come polished The food comes flavoured I'll love a morning zoot with the porridge Catch a paigon in the school run traffic And jump on the roof and bonnet I don't play no instrument But I made organs move in bodies And when there's an incidence I make bad boy music from it When me and her are getting intimate I park far so the coupe ain't spotted haha Different one day prior Different d**gs same buyer Switched it up and aimed higher Any stick I rub make fire Blood on my hands crud on my lips Blood on my hands crud on my lips Blood on my hands crud on my lips Blood on my hands Crud on my lips Blood on my hand ting bun him up quick Bare airborne blood on the whip I hate when my mates ain't on the same page Don't make this a awkward trip Neighbours on the opp block know When we pull up we pull up and burst off sticks You don't know about running man Down with a machine I've seen a man trip up and fold up quick Yo back then used to rock with A PR but now I got PR 'cause I've gone legit Grrt bring the wap Come we beat out his whole damn crib Why the opps think they're so damn slick listen Gang 'nem never trust any f***** But I still got a few opp chicks Bare gyal got bare temptations I might just f**** up his home with his miss No games out here till the sun up Tried to play runouts we're still gonna turn up My man's tryna call round the gang up Negotiating 'bout the pack tell him shut up If you ain't outside putting in work Then you gotta cough up Our shooters ain't got blood on their hands Your nigga got caught shut the f**** up Grrt baow baow baow Grrt baow Blood on my hands Crud on my lips mhm-mhm Blood on my hands Crud on my lips mhm-mhm Blood on my hands Crud on my lips mhm-mhm Blood on my hands Crud on my lips Which one of them's lacking respect Pray I find one of them lacking A man get a lash in his head Bang in the face slash in the neck That one there's not deep enough Splash him again Woke up with a dry throat and A blade in my hand mhm I'm too bloodthirsty It's either I slide on my own or Find out the hard way who's trustworthy I just came back from the future I know what happened I'm two months early Smile or crocodile teeth Not one of them two come early my God Every one of your lyrics are make-believe I'm surprised how many fans you've made believe gulible Gulible Gulible Mask on my face it may be me All you need's two letters from the alphabet A and B You ain't been in the field if you Ain't never knocked on your bredrin's Door with blood on your bare hands I told bro I did a mad ting nearby Now I need something to wear fam Them boy tryna retaliate before a tear lands Can't spare man They're just making up numbers They're just one bag a spare man Blood on my hands crud on my lips Blood on my hands crud on my lips Blood on my hands crud on my lips Blood on my hands crud on my lips Blood on my hands crud on my lips Blood on my hands crud on my lips Blood on my hands crud on my lips Blood on my hands crud on my lips
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