Your Old Droog

Your Old Droog - Blood

rate me

Name of the song is blood, blood

You just a parasite, sucking blood

Stop my brain and you gonna shade blood, blood

Have you in the hospital needed blood

On the streets fine, you know you’ll see blood

Now I ain’t a creep one, blood

But throw the years we drop tear sweating, blood

And my veins flows ice now

To be the nice you gotta sacrifice

Sold your soul like Robber Toms with that something, blood

How that?

I’m sort of like the blouse player, guitar blaze on the ride

And I stay with the slide

Top down and the lyric get tempted

So we can bump this hoods that even______(?) would clap

Now who the you thought you see it on

Plust and blust the captain

Drew made it happened, with fools been trapping and jewels get up ‘ em

And darks blocks with a crime lot of crawl get on

They rather get on blocks get cool instead the school learn

My Drew got trap me and told me it’s my turn

What? I’m cutting all this class so I don’t have to learn

Said you gotta scrab for two more minutes and get it right here

To the lesson I gave ‘em back with in a hole minute

Use to cop a bag of green, had female screwing hells

I aint talking ‘bout the magazine

But we ain’t pulling from the samesplit

She might be hurt but I own my own when I’m laying on purp up

Pay your pone I’m just ment to kill

Send candle and you only get it gill

Got this smash old technique from my OG in the vill

Hey yo come here let me talk to you my nigga

Let’s still spill, stop my friend with your porche

Name of the song is blood, blood

You just a parasite, sucking blood

Stop my brain and you gonna shade blood, blood

Have you in the hospital needed blood

On the streets fine, you know you’ll see blood

Now I ain’t a creep one, blood

But throw the years we drop tear sweating, blood

And my veins flows ice now

To be the nice you gotta sacrifice

Sold your soul like Robber Toms with that something, blood

Gotta practice in this Illuminati ritual

Won’t so it for the skill but I bet you’ll get rich, you will

Kill your own family remember for fame

You’ll more fameless so they remember the name

On the low, you kept and never gonna blow

Got the same on you, the truth and you wanna know

What happened when you get rock with the problem side your head?

Blood shade like children, in the corner God bless the dead

I rock the gugy to yourself but fuck man ______(?)

He never gave me any jelly thou

Dog man, he will got the beast and LO for the low

Another producers can eat the yellow slow

So what I did but protect ‘ em, that’s on tack

Why you trap in that white stun stunin’?

Poating on, there’s no staf they don’t wanna stug

Artist got no gun shut, don’t got the blunt

When I;m from the same mode, I use to come home

And bleed the knockels and blame it on ‘ em all

Every week I have the studio

Now I’m on UK and Paris flights

Y’ all want some parasite suck it

Stop my brain and you gonna shade blood, blood

Have you in the hospital needed blood

On the streets fine, you know you’ll see blood

Now I ain’t a creep one, blood

But throw the years we drop tear sweating, blood

And my veins flows ice now

To be the nice you gotta sacrifice

Sold your soul like Robber Toms with that something, blood

We use to get hurts for their pack

And we call for a bud

When we thought the new porch make you bust from above

See a lot of metaphors for the plut and you met on

Try to get away like a rental

I did it like the glove ain’t fit I must get quit

Every time I gte the earns I get suck on the dick

Drewls don’t need the box, we look in mirror

Blow and pull with the chikc get hard with the proof

Let American spirts, I know bros how free and see this all

Pussy and some part of the world, they delicat pussy, they slam it

And banging, like my son how’s hooving

Damn, you drug dealers rappers, and gram also that can’t watch the shit is ashamed

Catch play that humble role and stop the roles like you don’t know how I am

When they don’t get hit it and lean

You should feed it and decide

Hold up let the pick greed

Fuck you pack the similar is grab

Will get on rhyming like busy beat still get busy B.

I’m irrelic, they say I sell my soul

I got no soul, I’m on selling

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