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BAD BLOODPeople come & goBroken heartedO.D. on poisonTake a dry diveGet loaded on smack& locked up in the johnFor the rest of their lifeBusinessman gonna keep on pushin'For good ol' green back dollar billMama's doin' the black cat walk& daddy's poppin himselfRight over the hillToo much grass & why're prone to gasSee you on the corner of needle avenuaYou better take a good lookDown this roadSee if it's bright enough for youBad Bloodyou can pretend everythin's coolLetras de cancionesEven force some winky kinda smileDon't wanna see the tears in why'are eyesSince why're gonna find outI'll be gone for a whileBad BloodCompetition is the name of the gameGotta clean out my systemDo the milkcow cureHide out in the jungleGotta be purePeter is a poetShootin' jivetalk all over the sidewalkAin't no big money for PeteAt the corner of the streetBad BloodPeter is a poet up to his neck in the shitIt ain't no use to strike if you can't hitGonna puke cause I wanna be pureBlood on the tracksGrinnin' straight facedSsssteps you in the backBad BloodDon't fear the devilAin't gonna beg for a place in heavenMessin' with the best in meSqueezin' the soul right out of meBad BloodToo much grass & why're prone to gasSee you on the corner of needle avenuaYou better take a good lookDown this roadSee if it's bright enough for youBad Blood From Letras Mania