Song: Bleed It
Artist:  Promonant
Year: 2020
Viewed: 35 - Published at: 10 years ago

Pull up on yo block then I bleed it, slidin. If I don't drop something I can't leave it. Opp ride up on us this tech stop him breathing. Never ever sell my soul I need Jesus
Pull up on yo block then I bleed it, slidin. I hear the Locks popped up this evening. Joc from the south where my Pops used to clean em. Never disrespect the son of a Demon

From the south born and raised case you don't know. Doors locked see the cops out the window. All my niggas get it poppin when it's dark out. Bust down Thotiana wit her top out. Niggas be bitches, these bitches is wicked. I'm done playing tricks cause I'm all bout my bidness. Niggas get offended when you tell em the truth. I ain't ever gotta lie when I'm up in the booth. I got niggas tryna play me, the streets going brazy. No I'm not Blood, I got my cousins gang banging. Sticks, Lil Ruga, DV and Lil Clutch. Free my lil sister Lee Da G out the rut. I'm with TxxTurnt got Big Baby Smash in the cut. He'll get buck on a nigga, don't get him fucked up. Shout out NOTF YTB Cloud 9. PCE CBT for the Port hold it down!

Pull up on yo block then I beat it, slidin. If I don't pop something I can't eat it. Top got me gone but her sex got me fiending. Never let the dick get cold where's the semen?
Pull up on yo block then I beat it, slidin. I gotta top some or I'm leaving. Drop off her clothes at his crib now he heated. It ain't my fault that dick got her dreaming

Thotiana all on my back gotta fettish for fat pussy all on my lap. Needa freak bitch that suck dick and likes to attack. When we fuck keep the condom wrapped tight on my sack. Then I beat down her back bust a shot like a gat. Getting loose off the yak we just ran through a pack. Syrup, lean, pills, act, pop a bottle of the Rose now I'm lit like a match. AH! I got demons inside of my brain. I'm insane, so I don't you want to get slain. I got killers with shooters I won't say no names. From the hood down south and that's where I'll remain

Pull up on yo block for reason, you hiding. You better stop running I can see you. Knock down yo ho and bet she be scheming. Never hesitate to bust at you heathens
Pull up on yo block with that fever you dying. 100 shots block out yo veners. Drop every song from my chest as I'm breathing. Never let em get the best it's my season

( Promonant )
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