Album Cover Blood, New Version

Blood, New Version

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Italiano motto

Train like Cus Damato

Guard your plant

Recline low black milano

Blessed God feelin kosher

One in the top of the toaster

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My nine is stuck in a holster

Dump quick

Chasing my dick

Made a bum bitch rich

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Heard she naked in jail flicks

Mamacita

Black widow turned to be a back seater

Satin pillows a pimpstress in willow

Cookin my blow and heads low

Eye swellin

The son of the grain

I gotta split my wife's melon

So I can see the seven seeds of my circumference

Beaver lunged it

Polishin pistols at the gunsmith

Clever

My mama told me take cheddar

Buy slugs or drugs whatever calculate better

When cakes measured

Lock the front door secure

See the gleaming white crystal when its pure

Fuck the snake hoes and jealous ass niggas

That smash your Benz windows

Detecting fake niggas signals

Yo live niggas get it too

Scarin rappers like the fed time Gotti was acquitted to

Bloodshot red eyes high

Yellow envelopes of la

Opening cigars let tobacco fly

Kicks matchin my shit my gun on

Thinkin of names for my mans unborn

Spill the Puerto Rican rum on imaginary graves

Put my hat on my waves

Latter Day Saints scream religious praise

Heat grazed the baby yo

Foul shit made a welfare mom crazy

More bodies drop by the razor yo

Paces flow

Grisly thoughts for makin dough

Haitian bitch cast a spell on my life for cash flow

So now its on never wasted a slug

Time is money

When it comes to mine

Take it in Blood