
I LIKE BLOOD Night Lovell (Ft. wifisfuneral)
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[Intro: Night Lovell]
Where are you, Ginseng?
Yeah, umm
Ayy
[Verse 1: Night Lovell]
I like bands, I like cars, I like broad shit
Got my mans all around me on my boss shit
I got pain in my body, I like star shit
You can't find me, I’m inside, I'm on Mars shit
I like, I like bitches on my dick
I like niggas that don't wanna take no pic
Shawty treat me like a baby, like I’m 6
Goofy niggas really think I'm from the 6
I like red like it's blood, I don't move in the sun
All these niggas think they tough, you a fan, I ain't dumb
I'm that nigga, can't you see? I got Gucci on my feet
Fuck your bitch inside your sheet, I got diamonds on my teeth
All these meds ain't doing shit, I just wish you end my shit
Find your grave and then I shit, nigga, I don’t give a shit
All these niggas are my kids, I make magic, I’m a wiz
You be talking like a bitch, put your body in the fridge, yeah
[Chorus: Night Lovell]
Young boy gon' get to ’em (Oh, he did that)
Young boy gon' get to 'em (Oh, he did that)
Young boy gon' get to ’em (Oh, he did that)
Young boy gon' get to 'em (Oh, he did that)
Young boy gon' get to 'em (Oh, he did that)
Young boy gon', ayy
Where are you, Ginseng?
Yeah, umm
Ayy
[Verse 1: Night Lovell]
I like bands, I like cars, I like broad shit
Got my mans all around me on my boss shit
I got pain in my body, I like star shit
You can't find me, I’m inside, I'm on Mars shit
I like, I like bitches on my dick
I like niggas that don't wanna take no pic
Shawty treat me like a baby, like I’m 6
Goofy niggas really think I'm from the 6
I like red like it's blood, I don't move in the sun
All these niggas think they tough, you a fan, I ain't dumb
I'm that nigga, can't you see? I got Gucci on my feet
Fuck your bitch inside your sheet, I got diamonds on my teeth
All these meds ain't doing shit, I just wish you end my shit
Find your grave and then I shit, nigga, I don’t give a shit
All these niggas are my kids, I make magic, I’m a wiz
You be talking like a bitch, put your body in the fridge, yeah
[Chorus: Night Lovell]
Young boy gon' get to ’em (Oh, he did that)
Young boy gon' get to 'em (Oh, he did that)
Young boy gon' get to ’em (Oh, he did that)
Young boy gon' get to 'em (Oh, he did that)
Young boy gon' get to 'em (Oh, he did that)
Young boy gon', ayy
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