CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Blood
Yeah I got blood on my hands
Stopping it now, ain’t part of the plan
And we got lots to defend
Ain’t about how but when we gon’ land
If we don’t f**k with your mans
You can say bye to the hand
Yeah I got blood on my hands
Yeah I got blood on my hands
Into the verse like I’m Spiderman
Lyrical genius look how I land
Wearing my luck like a talisman
Money make sense, now I’m making bands
Back it up, f**k it up, pass it up
To my homies, bank it later
Shoot the shot, I make the shot
On the paint, clutch off on the buzzer beater
Picture my face on the lens
Red carpet like there’s blood on the floor
Walk out the door and I’m stuntin’ in fours
And my dogs watching
Don sh*t, got the game plottin’
Obsessed with a culture that isn’t my own
Columbus this b*t*h cause I’m still in (stealin’) the zone
Hitting a lick while y’all smoking a cone
Getting that head while I’m using my dome
Yeah I got blood on my hands
Stopping it now, ain’t part of the plan
And we got lots to defend
Ain’t about how but when we gon’ land
If we don’t f**k with your mans
You can say bye to the hand
Yeah I got blood on my hands
Yeah I got blood on my hands
We gon' walk the talk
Climbin' up the top
Yeah we gon' milly rock
Gettin' free Christian Dior
Bijon, I got my button on like
Salamanca (Albuquerque)
Sing songs to my ringtone
Like brothers up on Joe Hisaishi
Climbed the tower made of rose
Got the thorns on my hands
I had to bleed a little bit
Now I got bonds on my hand
Now might just fly to Phi Phi
Like I'm double O seven
You ain't a homie
You's a Homer cause you a simp son
Yeah I got blood on my hands
Stopping it now, ain’t part of the plan
And we got lots to defend
Ain’t about how but when we gon’ land
If we don’t f**k with your mans
You can say bye to the hand
Yeah I got blood on my hands
Yeah I got blood on my hands
I grind this sh*t in my sleep
No, I ain't no taking breaks
I wanna' be on the throne
Working hard till to the bone
I'm-
Doing this sh*t, no barrier
Connections on me, no carrier
I done way too much
I feel too much
Can't stress enough, boy (yes sir)
This sh*t's blowing up the charts
And I'm jumping off the top rope
Hands be reaching up the sky
But they can't touch the top though
Hard work's paying off, we never settling
Yeah you know I make it big, it don't matter where I am
(Woo)
Stopping it now, ain’t part of the plan
And we got lots to defend
Ain’t about how but when we gon’ land
If we don’t f**k with your mans
You can say bye to the hand
Yeah I got blood on my hands
Yeah I got blood on my hands
Into the verse like I’m Spiderman
Lyrical genius look how I land
Wearing my luck like a talisman
Money make sense, now I’m making bands
Back it up, f**k it up, pass it up
To my homies, bank it later
Shoot the shot, I make the shot
On the paint, clutch off on the buzzer beater
Picture my face on the lens
Red carpet like there’s blood on the floor
Walk out the door and I’m stuntin’ in fours
And my dogs watching
Don sh*t, got the game plottin’
Obsessed with a culture that isn’t my own
Columbus this b*t*h cause I’m still in (stealin’) the zone
Hitting a lick while y’all smoking a cone
Getting that head while I’m using my dome
Yeah I got blood on my hands
Stopping it now, ain’t part of the plan
And we got lots to defend
Ain’t about how but when we gon’ land
If we don’t f**k with your mans
You can say bye to the hand
Yeah I got blood on my hands
Yeah I got blood on my hands
We gon' walk the talk
Climbin' up the top
Yeah we gon' milly rock
Gettin' free Christian Dior
Bijon, I got my button on like
Salamanca (Albuquerque)
Sing songs to my ringtone
Like brothers up on Joe Hisaishi
Climbed the tower made of rose
Got the thorns on my hands
I had to bleed a little bit
Now I got bonds on my hand
Now might just fly to Phi Phi
Like I'm double O seven
You ain't a homie
You's a Homer cause you a simp son
Yeah I got blood on my hands
Stopping it now, ain’t part of the plan
And we got lots to defend
Ain’t about how but when we gon’ land
If we don’t f**k with your mans
You can say bye to the hand
Yeah I got blood on my hands
Yeah I got blood on my hands
I grind this sh*t in my sleep
No, I ain't no taking breaks
I wanna' be on the throne
Working hard till to the bone
I'm-
Doing this sh*t, no barrier
Connections on me, no carrier
I done way too much
I feel too much
Can't stress enough, boy (yes sir)
This sh*t's blowing up the charts
And I'm jumping off the top rope
Hands be reaching up the sky
But they can't touch the top though
Hard work's paying off, we never settling
Yeah you know I make it big, it don't matter where I am
(Woo)
