Bar - Blood Runs lyrics

Blood runs thick like honey [x8] [Verse 1: Bar] Kids wanna be hard but they still pissin at their parent's p**y cat on my right you shard wads on the walls you rented Shades low in the light or dark either way I've ended The game I'm the dame got blessed with no reverend See I set up the pawns, but they're just a distraction To slither the queen behind a barrier-ed fraction Of fortress disarmed between action and attraction Pile pounds of tough love on your dinero subtraction Got that mattress mami made a name no words whatsoever Million miles a minute in the bank for being clever Feather boa on the bum but the wits stay fresher Shred like hell cause it's worth the endeavor So double the pressure if the keystone mean Double the pleasure if the celo green Yeah double the measure if you wanna join the team But triple the flock if you're chasing the cream cause Blood runs thick like honey [x8] [Verse 2: Bar] Got labeled as a JAP but don't mix me with my sister Mad science lab license I framed the picture Of you and your reflection bent phallic trigger You rigged the game and I still came out the winner Winner winner chicken dinner these fools feel so entitled To fake attention granted by flopped digital files Pack the clip suburban kids be bad for a little while Kiss the cat and cop the cook before you lose your inner child Cause all that glistens glints eight-fold First contact from favored stories abroad Slow on the touch, slow on the roll Slow shift on the clutch, slow dome through the toll Control hearts through magnetic force String it like puppets and buyers remorse Shut up and take a shot of the struggle of course Cause a dry with an Olive will quench thirst to the source when Blood runs thick like honey [x8] [Verse 3: Bar] Ya son's up at 8, my son's up till 8 Can't wait we trust no flake to date My hoes inflate great magistrate Confess to me your escapade Send you with loose leaf paper plates To shield you on your next brigade To QuikChek for that pack of Games Yeah ya chipped family j**els weigh more than ya brain You lame insane a** cookin pound Of crinkle cut no crisp in sound Hardcover print but weak thread bound Can't fill your shoes dude you's a clown Got round and round of whiskey let the fire flow Starve myself slow to feed the soul People on the watch if it get out of control Cause we plant Hamilton seeds in Benjamin rows when Blood runs thick like honey [x8]