Dom Corleo - Bloody Runtz lyrics
Dominic Anthony Paoletti
[Dom Corleo - Bloody Runtz lyrics]
Yeah, yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Yeah (Damn) , yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Yeah, yeah yeah (C'mon)
Yeah (Okay) , yeah yeah
Damn, think I'm too high (I'm so high)
I just had to hit her up
Had to the tell the bitch, "Meet me outside"
Dirty money what I thumb
Dirty ass drugs what up in my cup (yeah)
100 pounds up in that blunt
When I hit that bitch, I be up in her guts
And when I'm ridin' in that Cadillac
Tell the chauffeur that I'm in a rush
Went up at the show, almost had a
Heart attack in the mosh pit, bloody punch
(yeah)
And I'm smoking on some vamp gas, yes
I'm blowin' bloody runts
Now I'm finna Kung Fu kick when I punch
Watch me come through in this ho, stunt
Yeah, all thе bitches gettin' piped (Damn)
Talkin' 'bout all thе hoes gettin' fucked
Damn, makin' that bitch a wife
Man, you better off gettin' cucked
Yeah, the hoes 'round me they all trife
(Trife) so I blow money on this ice (yeah)
I heard yo' man's goin' broke
Better pick him up, put him in some rice
(yeah)
Bitch, I'm at the party doing coke with
The pretty model hoes on the side
Yeah, and I got my fuckin' stick
Keep that ho tucked right up on my side
Yeah, keep it right up on my gut
But it's just a warning 'case they wanna try
'Cause I don't wanna go to war
We been there before
Fuckin' on these pretty ass model whores
And we done carried the story
Yeah, fuck it, now we buyin' out stores
(Damn)
On the bus, bitch, I'm on real tour (yeah)
And my Christian Lou bloody, gore (yeah)
Got money, need a little more (yeah)
But now I'm cool (I'm cool)
Get fly that's just what I do
Fuck hoes, yeah, that's what I do
Rock shows, yeah, that's what I do
Cool clothes, they be coming through
Yeah, my closet out the fuckin' roof
All red on me like I'm a boat
Uzi on me, I got two
Yeah, Glocky on me, what it do?
Hit his ho, I'm like, "What up, boo?"
(What up?)
Fuck the bitch, I'm like "What up? Cool"
You a dub, I ain't in the mood
Now I got her wetter than a pool
And she mad, don't know what to do
(Don't know)
All this cash, don't know what to do
(Don't know)
Got a bag on me like it's school (yeah)
Yeah (yeah yeah yeah) , yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah (Let's go) , yeah yeah (Goddamn)
Yeah (Goddamn) , yeah yeah (Bitch, I'on even know)
Yeah, yeah yeah (I'on even know)
Damn, think I'm too high (So high)
I just had to hit her up
Had to the tell the bitch, "Meet me outside"
Dirty money what I thumb
Dirty ass drugs what up in my cup
100 pounds up in that blunt
When I hit that bitch, I be up in her guts
(yeah) and when I'm ridin' in that Cadillac
Tell the chauffeur that I'm in a rush
Went up at the show, almost had a
Heart attack in the mosh pit, bloody punch
(yeah)
And I'm smoking on some vamp gas, yes
I'm blowin' bloody runts
Yeah (Damn) , yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Yeah, yeah yeah (C'mon)
Yeah (Okay) , yeah yeah
Damn, think I'm too high (I'm so high)
I just had to hit her up
Had to the tell the bitch, "Meet me outside"
Dirty money what I thumb
Dirty ass drugs what up in my cup (yeah)
100 pounds up in that blunt
When I hit that bitch, I be up in her guts
And when I'm ridin' in that Cadillac
Tell the chauffeur that I'm in a rush
Went up at the show, almost had a
Heart attack in the mosh pit, bloody punch
(yeah)
And I'm smoking on some vamp gas, yes
I'm blowin' bloody runts
Now I'm finna Kung Fu kick when I punch
Watch me come through in this ho, stunt
Yeah, all thе bitches gettin' piped (Damn)
Talkin' 'bout all thе hoes gettin' fucked
Damn, makin' that bitch a wife
Man, you better off gettin' cucked
Yeah, the hoes 'round me they all trife
(Trife) so I blow money on this ice (yeah)
I heard yo' man's goin' broke
Better pick him up, put him in some rice
(yeah)
Bitch, I'm at the party doing coke with
The pretty model hoes on the side
Yeah, and I got my fuckin' stick
Keep that ho tucked right up on my side
Yeah, keep it right up on my gut
But it's just a warning 'case they wanna try
'Cause I don't wanna go to war
We been there before
Fuckin' on these pretty ass model whores
And we done carried the story
Yeah, fuck it, now we buyin' out stores
(Damn)
On the bus, bitch, I'm on real tour (yeah)
And my Christian Lou bloody, gore (yeah)
Got money, need a little more (yeah)
But now I'm cool (I'm cool)
Get fly that's just what I do
Fuck hoes, yeah, that's what I do
Rock shows, yeah, that's what I do
Cool clothes, they be coming through
Yeah, my closet out the fuckin' roof
All red on me like I'm a boat
Uzi on me, I got two
Yeah, Glocky on me, what it do?
Hit his ho, I'm like, "What up, boo?"
(What up?)
Fuck the bitch, I'm like "What up? Cool"
You a dub, I ain't in the mood
Now I got her wetter than a pool
And she mad, don't know what to do
(Don't know)
All this cash, don't know what to do
(Don't know)
Got a bag on me like it's school (yeah)
Yeah (yeah yeah yeah) , yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah (Let's go) , yeah yeah (Goddamn)
Yeah (Goddamn) , yeah yeah (Bitch, I'on even know)
Yeah, yeah yeah (I'on even know)
Damn, think I'm too high (So high)
I just had to hit her up
Had to the tell the bitch, "Meet me outside"
Dirty money what I thumb
Dirty ass drugs what up in my cup
100 pounds up in that blunt
When I hit that bitch, I be up in her guts
(yeah) and when I'm ridin' in that Cadillac
Tell the chauffeur that I'm in a rush
Went up at the show, almost had a
Heart attack in the mosh pit, bloody punch
(yeah)
And I'm smoking on some vamp gas, yes
I'm blowin' bloody runts