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Allen Baker - Bleed Lyrics

[Intro]
A lot of racks on his head, yeah
Lotta racks
A lot of racks on his head, when they shot that nigga
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[Verse]
A lot of racks on his head, when they shot that nigga
Lotta of racks on his head, yeah they bought that nigga
Put a tag on his toe, you can keep the receipt
They looked him right in his eyes, before they shot out his teeth
Gotta keep the pistol cock, this neighborhood ain’t good
I be out here more than you, and I ain’t from this hood
Pockets on file cabinets, all this paper on me
Daydreaming about expansion, yeah they gone see
Bet it smell like fire, when we in the buildin’
Lookin’ like we hit the lotto, or we drug dealin’
Whole lotta high fashion, don’t step on my shoes
Whole lotta high fashion, I got dressed smokin’ doob’s
Cross the line if you want, then we shakin’ the room
You gonna have a lotta merch, like you making a new movie
All 10 toes down, when I’m in the trenches
All the opps gone bleed, ‘cause they some bitches
Bitches, bitches
Bitches, bitches
Bitches, bitches
Bitches
[Outro]
(All the opps gone bleed, ‘cause they some bitches)
(All the opps gone bleed, ‘cause they some bitches)