
Blood Rage Diamondsonmydick & Playa $in
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[Intro]
(Vampire Gang)
(playasin don't play with you)
Go (Blood Rain Boyz)
Yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Bite that bitch neck, pour a glass, make a toast, yeah
Blood with the sprite got the room movin' slow, yeah
Pretty boy vamp all my n****s on go, yeah
Tiny ass jeans, still got in with the pole, yeah
In the blood rave mixin' molly with coke, yeah
Chillin' out west but I'm still throwin' fours, yeah
Shoutout my bitch she 10 toes down fo' sho'
Yeah, he not killin' shit, man, that glick just for show
[Verse 2]
Pretty boy [?]
I beat it up just like [?]
[?] swag, I'm plugged in like a tesla
I'm on that X, [?]
I'm on that X, [?]
He wanna be me, that n**** could never
Pop that boy nose, I'm movin' too clever
Demon with stick, [?]
N****s be hating, they writing love letters
He don't want no smoke, that n**** know better
Tiny ass jeans, holdin' the Beretta
Fuckin this bitch, you wish you never met her
Demons around me throwin' up them letters
[?] soul catcher
Sippin' on red, I never felt better
Yeah, what?
(Vampire Gang)
(playasin don't play with you)
Go (Blood Rain Boyz)
Yeah
Yeah
[Verse 1]
Bite that bitch neck, pour a glass, make a toast, yeah
Blood with the sprite got the room movin' slow, yeah
Pretty boy vamp all my n****s on go, yeah
Tiny ass jeans, still got in with the pole, yeah
In the blood rave mixin' molly with coke, yeah
Chillin' out west but I'm still throwin' fours, yeah
Shoutout my bitch she 10 toes down fo' sho'
Yeah, he not killin' shit, man, that glick just for show
[Verse 2]
Pretty boy [?]
I beat it up just like [?]
[?] swag, I'm plugged in like a tesla
I'm on that X, [?]
I'm on that X, [?]
He wanna be me, that n**** could never
Pop that boy nose, I'm movin' too clever
Demon with stick, [?]
N****s be hating, they writing love letters
He don't want no smoke, that n**** know better
Tiny ass jeans, holdin' the Beretta
Fuckin this bitch, you wish you never met her
Demons around me throwin' up them letters
[?] soul catcher
Sippin' on red, I never felt better
Yeah, what?
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