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点击复制Blood On My Hands (feat. Unknown T) (Explicit) - Ghetts/Unknown T
Lyrics by：Daniel Lena/Justin Clarke-Samuel/Rio Romaine Willis
Produced by：TenBillion Dreams
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