Bloody Throat

Letra de Bloody Throat

ÁlbumGrit
Año2019
GéneroTrap
Duración2:40
Idioma originalInglés
Vistas110
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Blood inside my throat Spit it out with every note I don't talk that brag and boast Talk that shit, I'll turn you ghost I'm a landmine in your field You fucked up stepping on my hill Burn the fake and praise the real Too many rappers in my grill Blood inside my throat Spit it out with every note I don't talk that brag and boast Talk that shit, I'll turn you ghost I'm a landmine in your field You fucked up stepping on my hill Burn the fake and praise the real Get these rappers out my grill I already told you once bitch, no, you don't wanna die I'm a spider, Ima rip up all your fuckin' body parts And I'm on the fucking hunt Bitch, I'm feeding on the heart Of every motherfucker getting in my way I'm like a shark (?) All I see is jokers, trendy boys wearing chokers I don't like you posers, need a life, get this closure Gizmo been a smoker, smoke till I can't move over Wake me up, I'm sober, roll up a blunt get toasted All I see is jokers, trendy boys wearing chokers I don't like you posers, need a life get this closure Gizmo been a smoker, smoke till I can't move over Wake me up I'm sober, roll up a blunt get toasted Blood inside my throat Spit it out with every note I don't talk that brag and boast Talk that shit, I'll turn you ghost I'm a landmine in your field You fucked up stepping on my hill Burn the fake and praise the real Too many rappers in my grill Blood inside my throat Spit it out with every note I don't talk that brag and boast Talk that shit, I'll turn you ghost I'm a landmine in your field You fucked up stepping on my hill Burn the fake and praise the real Get these rappers out my grill