Songtexte Blood on My Forces (4u) - Pk7

Chanel her purse, her belt, her shoes, she want perfume now
I'm seeing money, trips, and dreams you need to zoom out
Off the perky, molly, xans she gonna bite down
Don't tell me that you wanna fuck I'm cummin right now

On my hip like a beeper
I don't love her ima freak her
Fenty bitch she a creeper
Doot, doot, doot delete her

Fifty thousand for a feature
I put that shit on I kick up my leg
I'm throwing up two fingers in my picture
Don't play with me nigga go play with yo kids
I am the coach you up in the bleachers
I'm smoking exotic you smoking that bullshit
You hit it thought you had a seizure
Off the perc go one two three four five rounds she crying out for a breather
All my diamonds they dancing just like Chris Brown but I promise I'll never beat her

All night she go up and down
In her Gucci I'ma sink or drown
Got the mink on fuck a Peta
She my drug yeah pass the needle
Out of time man fill the meter
You not hard with a misdemenaor
How you drunk off a margarita
Shout out Keke call her Keeta
Yeah she bad but I'ma diva

Feeling cold but she brought the heater
Knock her outta the park PK Jeter
I act like I don't love her but I need her
I made the bitch bake a cake like Anita
I fuck her three times when I'm drunk call her Maria

You gone get what you allow
Come here lemme slut you out
It's not Summer stretch you out
If you leave me cry out loud
Said I won't cheat yeah I vowed
And it's always gone be bout you YOU just like my vowels
LOVE love me please
Fuck in the mirror yo ass I squeeze
How you taking it thinking sheesh
Ima bless the pussy like I sneeze
Ima take everything but some pussy
Like we nine or ten you a wussy
Since I love her I'ma eat it bushy

But she know I really like it Caillou
When I'm down and bad can I call you
When you need me I'm the one you vent to
Please do not stress bout the shit you been through
Baby girl yunno I got you
Get Blood on my white shoes for you
Don't wanna wear a condom when I stick it in feel like glue

Cause yunno you sticky
And I love that icky
I got plenty sense not just fifty