Blood on My Lips - Rilès

Here goes another one who stood me up

Blood on my lips don’t make it run onto your shirt

Here goes another one who stood me up

Blood on my lips don’t make me do what I don’t want

Damn, I see you’re tryna fool me son

Is you niggas deaf or blind?

I told you once

Making me repeat myself, so you waste my songs

Could’ve talked about my babe or about that cunt

Niggas be all afraid to talk to me dace to face

Fake your trace, pace me for weeks then fade

Your fable’s fake and speech is vain

3andek, we know where’s your basement bitch

Give me my money, money back, I’m on a rush man

Our bullets going straight, they never swoosh, man

Youngsters be listening my shit, fuck if I shook them

You made me quit the stud, so better run then

Give me my money, money back, I’m on a rush man

Our bullets going straight, they never swoosh, man

I was in Paris for my money and a freestyle

But I knew I was too high to be a Frenchman, hmhmm.

Here goes another one who stood me up

Blood on my lips don’t make it run onto your shirt

Here goes another one who stood me up

Blood on my lips don’t make me do what I don’t want

Many men, wish death upon myself

Acting like they’re not looking, but follow my steps

All you want is revenga since I left your business

It was the greatest decision I could’ve ever made

I’m hearing from others you do like to mention my name

Shit I’ve been wasting all this time cuz you stood in my way

Next time it’s coming out your mouth my dick gon fill your chin

Don’t make me pull the trigger on you, I know you got kids

Others be spitting their venim on some industry shit

«don't sign him», «don't talk about this kid»

«too optimistic», «dangerous for what we’re in»

I’m crazy?

Nahh.

just a little bit

Give me my money, money back, I’m on a rush man

Our bullets going straight, they never swoosh, man

Youngsters be listening my shit, fuck if I shook them

You made me quit the stud, so better run then

Give me my money, money back, I’m on a rush man

Our bullets going straight, they never swoosh, man

I was in Paris for my money and a freestyle

But I knew I was too high to be a Frenchman, hmhmm.

Here goes another one who stood me up

Blood on my lips don’t make it run onto your shirt

Here goes another one who stood me up

Blood on my lips don’t make me do what I don’t want

Give me my money, money back, I’m on a rush man

Our bullets going straight, they never swoosh, man

Youngsters be listening my shit, fuck if I shook them

You made me quit the stud, so better run then