Rilès - Blood On My Lips lyrics

[Chorus] Here goes another one who stood me up Blood on my lips Don't make it run onto your shirt Here goes another one who stood me up Blood on my lips Don't make me do what I don't want [Verse 1] Damn I see you're tryna fool me son Is you n***as deaf or blind? I told you once Making me repeat myself So you waste my songs Could've talked about my babe Or about that c*nt n***as be all afraid to talk to me Face to face Fake your trace Pace me for weeks then fade Your fable's fake And speech is vain 3andek We know where's your basement b**h [Bridge] Give me my money, money back I'm on a rush man Our bullets going straight They never swoosh, man Youngsters be listening my sh** f** if I shook them You made me quit the stud So better run then Give me my money, money back I'm on a rush man Our bullets going straight They never swoosh, man I was in Paris for my money and a freestyle But I knew I was too high to be a Frenchman Hmhmm.. [Chorus] Here goes another one who stood me up Blood on my lips Don't make it run onto your shirt Here goes another one who stood me up Blood on my lips Don't make me do what I don't want [Verse 2] Many men Wish d**h upon myself Acting like they're not looking But follow my steps All you want is revenga since I left your business It was the greatest decision I could've ever made I'm hearing from others you do like to mention my name sh** I've been wasting all this time cuz you stood in my way Next time it's coming out your mouth my dick gon fill your chin Don't make me pull the trigger on you I know you got kids Others be spitting their venim on some industry sh** "don't sign him" "don't talk about this kid" "too optimistic" "dangerous for what we're in" I'm crazy? Nahh.. just a little bit [Bridge] Give me my money, money back I'm on a rush man Our bullets going straight They never swoosh, man Youngsters be listening my sh** f** if I shook them You made me quit the stud So better run then Give me my money, money back I'm on a rush man Our bullets going straight They never swoosh, man I was in Paris for my money and a freestyle But I knew I was too high to be a Frenchman Hmhmm.. [Chorus] Here goes another one who stood me up Blood on my lips Don't make it run onto your shirt Here goes another one who stood me up Blood on my lips Don't make me do what I don't want [Outro] Give me my money, money back I'm on a rush man Our bullets going straight They never swoosh, man Youngsters be listening my sh** f** if I shook them You made me quit the stud So better run then