BLOODY PUDDLES

Blood in my eyes
I might die just to feel like im high

I didn't know we were going so low
What a fatal blow to my ego
What goes who knows
Imma start taking low blows

I run the show don't copy me
You sleezy little bitch I'm gonna grind down your teeth
Keep on poppin shots until you Underneath the sheets
Imma take you outside and then stomp you with some cleets

Doc a dummy little snitch for starting shit
It's prolly cause his bitch won't let him hit
Trumpets rumble, Couples doubled
Imma leave you in some Bloody puddles bitch

Drop the beef like a butcher with Parkinsons
I won't back down like Rosa parks and the dark skins

Ready for this shit?

Fuck with my life
I might die

Bloody puddles
Bloody puddles
Bloody puddles
Bloody puddles



Credits
Writer(s): Tyson Dean O'bryan
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